The day is going to turn insanely beautiful in a rose-flooded quiet twilight. The moon smells of rain. And she hides herself behind a thin veil of mist. Windows light up. And then they go out. They look like an enigmatic code. The city speaks to the sky. With a flash. And it probably knows I know it. And I'm talking to you. No words. I'm talking to you in my mind. 'I love you...I miss you… Miss you. Did you hear…? I'm gone without you. I'm not without you.' And upstairs the stars blink incoherently, and the city listens to them for a long time. The night smiles and leaves, calm, to the other end of the world.
