Night time? I think yes.

As the sun sinks below the horizon, the partially loaded moon appears brighter and brighter in the sky. 

Slowly, the sky changes color.


And darker, 

And darker,

Until a midnight blue consumes the sky. 

One by one, white specs create an organized chaos above us. Small designs hidden in a sea of tiny, white specs.

More white specs consume fields and yards. Fireflies, they’re called. Lightning bugs. The stars of the grass.

I’ve always dreamt of lying in the grass with someone, staring up at the stars and appreciating each other’s presence. 

Maybe someday. But for now, I lay in bed, inside. 

See you guys next time!

~Tentative Visionary


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