I draw my
bedroom’s white curtain open before I go to sleep. The moon is new, just an eyelash of white in
a clear night sky. The constellations sere
the black and patiently wait for me to name them.
In the
morning I awake. My eyes open to a quiet
landscape, a wash of grey that quickly gives way to grass green and sky blue.
It will be
windy later, but for now, I relish the stillness.
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