I love the sky when it's first gently woken from a deep slumber. The majestic shades of dark crumble off and create a light purple glow. The town below is still nestled in a peaceful rest and the streets are full of unforgettable silence. I love the sky at this moment because I sit on the back porch of my house and reflect on the life in which I live. The moon kisses the sun and promises to return the next night and the sun begins to take it's rightful spot on the burning pedestal in the middle of the atmosphere. I believe in many ways we are like the sun and the moon. Even though we never stay together for long, our promises to return are everlasting. I find serenity in knowing that even if I am to be whisked away by the sun, moon and stars somedays, that I am always able to crawl back to you, sooner or later.