Awaiting.

The night was young.Waves crashing against each other filled the shy night with a sense of roaring welcome. It was as if the waves were battling to get the shore. The sun had just left, leaving behind a faint trail of warm pleasure. Stars were slowing becoming visible, readying themselves for the night's shift, bring along twinkling bells to make everyone conscious of their sacrifices. The breeze gently urged the cold white sand to a nebulous tomorrow, assuring them that they'll see the circle of solace soon enough. As if on cue, a round curved figures, the shimmering moon took her place in the crowded sky instantly becoming the talk of the night. She glowed, bright as she was, unafraid of causing affront go ridicule at her sinister beauty. She sashayed past the hollering stars through the amused sky to spread her oblique arms toward the anticipating world beneath. Every window sighed with relief and every dark alcove lit up with gratitude. Every dust particle was a sliver of hope and every ray of light a zealous believer. Trees starting swaying to the melody of the receding waiter and grass rumbled of the cool green wind. No one was averse, everyone was robust and bursting with life, awaiting the next circle of solace.