Climbing north into darkness, a bright crescent peeks through clouds as I struggle to gaze at its beauty in small glances, while remaining to the left of yellow lines. It’s beauty is mesmerizing.
I arrive at my destination, look heavenward toward a sky full of stars and the disappearance of the crescent. Was it all a dream, a hallucination, a disappearing act? I ponder, as my eyelids grow heavy shutting out the light.