Day 22: Tomorrow

The sky. The light melts the blue hues into purple, then pink, which then gives way to a deep and fiery orange. The light seeps from the day. It wants to stay, it begs and pleads. It is clawing to stay, scraping its fingernails across the sky in desperation. It creates streaks, beautiful streaks, but gravity and forces greater than what it knows beckons it to go. The streaks and willpower, no matter how beautiful and forceful, are not enough.

Tomorrow, the world promises. Tomorrow, you’ll be able to come back, but tonight, darkness must sweep over the clouds, shutting like a curtain after a standing ovation. For the night has no place for you, you cannot stay and linger. Tonight, no. Tomorrow, yes.