I wish I was a celestial body

What the sky can do

Morning darklings,

On the beach, when the sun has gone to bed and so have the residents of the expensive homes that line the shore, I become a Little thing. I am special, but small and easy to miss, a miniature figurine sinking into wet sand with a cane to hold her upright. When the stars take over the world, when the night reigns over cities and towns, …