No moon tonight. Clouds, cold, and darkness. Here, in oblivion, the stars often shine so brightly that one can see them forever. The air is clear and the days are peaceful. Even so, I continue to look over the fence and can never stop wanting to go there; ignoring my own yard and the flowers within it. Knowing that someday, maybe soon, they will no longer bloom for me and I can never smell their fragrance again. Even so, I want to go. Over the fence.
mack
