Early morning, 6 a.m.
The sky is dark.
Air is crisp and still.
There are stars, scattered across the sky like tiny diamonds, glittering,
And the moon, a half-moon crescent, God’s eye, half closed, but ever watchful.
Or like the pocket on the gown of Mother Night, this half-moon, glowing. The stars, her jewels.
Soon she will gather them up and into her pocket they will go as the dawn glows dusty blue on the horizon.
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