He bids the Moon goodbye and greets the first rays of the Sun.
How does he take the change?
I guess not very well.
But he knows the cycle. They will meet again, only to be separated. Again and again. Followed by yet another long wait.
Endless cycle. Endless pain.
The promise to never leave again.
But all in vain.
The Moon and Star’s meeting. Is it destiny?
I refuse to believe so. I believe it is for a purpose. Everything is. Everything fits this plan.
Evening is the time Nature plays with colors. The colors it has been splattering across the canvas throughout the day. And now it’s time for a final stroke.
And I just sit here and watch.
So does the Morning Star.
For it can see its lover once again.