There I was becoming apart of a time unknown to me, with a woman I had barely met. "I'm going to tell you a story.", she said.
"This sky you see above you was once a bright romantic vision to gander upon. I used to ponder each night of all the lessons that could be taken from such a vast wondrous space, but over time it darkened, you couldn't even tell the night from day. Only empty space was left. Yet, despite this , it's mystifying spell was only strengthened and my curiosity was brighter than ever before."
She spoke of the irrefutable wisdom each had to lend, how neither light nor dark were more significant than the other because they were indifferent.
That black sky that once shined incandescently became the first wonder of my world. My god, what a cold sight it was.
I was very sad about this story, I wrote so much down and it all got erased. I had to attempt to write what I felt before all over again. Was very difficult.
