Cotton Candy

The lonely half-moon hangs in the sky waiting for the twinkling stars to come out and play. The moonlight is dim as the evening is not yet black enough for it to reveal its true brilliance.

He welcomes warm summer nights that defy any sense of time. The daylight drags on, keeping darkness at bay.

He marvels at the way pink clouds spread across the pale blue skies of dusk, as if a child had eagerly pulled wispy pieces away from a ball of cotton candy and left them in the sky.

The beauty of it, the serenity that fills him, it calms the flames of anger that so easily engulfs him. It brings him reprieve from his own demons. Somehow, as he cranes his neck and rests his eyes skyward, peacefulness washes over him and the monster drowns, if only for a fleeting moment until it thrashes to the surface again.