The evening comes, carrying a star on the soft pine paw. The evening comes as the promise of tenderness, closeness, and the dawning one more day.
As the sun goes down, it sometimes begins to dream itself. And the images of her dreams spill over into the sky, offering us to see what’s not really there. And people rush to see it, search for but never find… It’s just a moment that ends…
A silent evening lights up the stars and bows down to the night that will soon come quieter, more charming, and great. You will smile, think, close eyes, and then – only dark blueness in the eyes, on the earth, in the air, and in the sky!
The night is here…
© Fortune, 2020
Is nature able to inspire you?