Gooooooood Moooooorning from our side of town on Monday morning December 14th.

And I mean morning. It is 3.34 am and the moon has left us for some nights now. When we had its magnificent presence, I wonder and worried about nights without it.
Tonight, I can tell you that the moon has left way to the most amazing canvas. Stars fill the sky as trying to get a good spot to look at us. The place is filled with all of them just in the right place, shining just right, blinking majestically. A canvas that I don`t dare to ask its price.
Without a doubt, one of a kind.
But as I move my sight from star to star, the ones that catch my attention are the playful shooting stars. They come and go as a common event, flashing so bright that they seem nearby.

As a shooting star shares its death
Its a common tradition to ask for a wish, I don't wish anymore as I have asked my wish long ago.
Only one forever more.
As I remember mine, two shooting stars pop by as to say that my wish is still there, alive just waiting for the right time.
It could be next or the one right behind.
I tell them not too hurry just now
as I admired the canvas on the sky
drawn only for me drawn only for an instance now.

Logging out from somewhere in the Universe.

Reiner