No, it wasn’t a full moon; in fact, to think of it, full moon nights weren’t exactly her personal favourites, though for a long time she had thought that she ought to think more of full-moon nights than she does. The mere fact that philosophers and poets would always put their bet on full moons than upon the darker ones... But no! Since the time she’d arrived (arrived – yes, that perhaps is the right choice of word?) she’s been falling more in love with the dark, quiet times that some nights offer when they don’t quite let the moon explode into its full blast.
But they tried...
She had found herself smiling at them, almost conspiringly smiling - as if sharing a secret tiny yet important – just as each of them. The stars were so... what do you say? Inconspicuous and yet so indispensable, weren’t they?
Do they even… care?
Like, take this moment for an example, this – right now!