Upon the silver lining
The moon stares at me through a tiny fissure in the sky and I lay still, baffled by its immense grandeur. The stars aren’t performing today, they are taking it slow, allowing all that evaporation do its magic and so the latent talent is displayed, and dear, it’s so risky but the sky will not waver, it will let go and let the viewer be their own judge. The clouds... They move forward in a slow, silent and peaceful rhythm and if one watches their fascinating flow, it is seen that the whole process has a strangely calming effect. Not the giddiness that a twinkling star provideth, no, the clouds have a completely different way of doing show. They aren’t here because they want to brandish their splendor, but because the stars have taken the night off- because no one wants to see a sky full of gray. The moon, on the other hand, stays glimmering, intently rosy in the sky this particular night. It resembles a round, satisfied belly full of warm hope and dulcet flavor after...