its still cold, and crystal clear out. the night is so clear you can see faint reflections across the sky of illuminations and auras. just a hint, out of the horizon, above the city.
because we are so old we notice these more than those who are the living, those who just arrived.
we are slow, and watch the subtle turning of the night sky, rhythm of the music of the world flows thru us...elder and alone.
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