Author: thejosephfactor

We face forward, but the moon looks back at the dark and turning up holds a faint pale sphere of tomorrow.

Just before death of day thrive all the colors of the sunrise and make one last stand to show the brilliant diversity of blues from orange to red to pale, white, bright light, which contains every color of the universe, and loves to show itself just before darkness.

Night time takes a moment to give license to the moon, who peaks through the clouds and lights a path home after wanting to be known, hid waiting behind clouds, this eye of heaven, welcomes like a porch light for wanderers.