The night sky is empty.
No warmth flows from those stars to us, and what light is that but a pinprick?
The moon? Stones and rocks and mountains without snow and without flowers.
I watch the sky, waiting for the dawn. Dawn of the warmth, and noon of the heat.
I stare at the stars and long for the day. I long for the summer days of endless sunshine and the heavy beautiful breathing of the Earth.
A flashing light flickers up in the darkness. A whimsical boat of humanity out in the cold emptiness.