Sticks

People say I'm lazy, dreaming my life away...
This was the sky tonight. Venus was shining bright below the waxing moon as I stood on my balcony. Shards of greens and blues sparked, reaching out into the sky at different intervals. It’s luminescence was captivating as it shined over a dim haze. Under the moon, slightly off left, it slowly drifted. Disappearing into the horizon as the sky darkened. Now the moon has taken stage. Like an ivory lemon slice sitting in the sky. But it too is drifting toward the hills, looking like it will disappear as well.

This was the sky tonight. Venus was shining bright below the waxing moon as I stood on my balcony. Shards of greens and blues sparked, reaching out into the sky at different intervals. It’s luminescence was captivating as it shined over a dim haze. Under the moon, slightly off left, it slowly drifted. Disappearing into the horizon as the sky darkened.

Now the moon has taken stage. Like an ivory lemon slice sitting in the sky. But it too is drifting toward the hills, looking like it will disappear as well.