kailyia

The stars twinkled, diamonds on a sable backdrop, as the clouds drifted lazily across the sky, just as in the crisp August nights of her childhood. The crescent moon cast a silvery light over her memories, memories of what seemed now like a simpler time. She remembered hiding in the pear tree, sticky juice still on her fingers, as her parents repeatedly called her in and the brilliant moon slowly rose until they found her and, laughing, they all returned to the warm light of their home. She recalled sitting in the field with her cousins, watching the flash of falling meteors as the wind rippled through the grass. Most of all she saw the spark