Above the rush-hour traffic, the crowds huddled and hurrying to get on the next bus, the noise that ends the workday, the clear sky fades from blue to black. The stars prepare for their nightly dance. All is still. A holding of breath. Waiting, and full of possibility.
Anything can happen now.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
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