On a starry lit night, when the neighborhood lights blacked out, the moon lit my path home. The walls chilled my face, fresh with dew.
Laughter lulled me away from the shadows. A lady rushed past me, racing home against her feline companion. The wind blew her honeyed perfume towards me. A person reeking of death. A button dropped.
The button was an intricate bee sleeping within vines and acorns. I never saw the ladys face. To me she is a fairy spreading joy, skipping about without a care for her step. In that moment, I wondered, how many joyful moments have I denied myself by worrying. How much joy is there to revel in life not caring if its seen. From then on, I've been skipping through the darkness, reveling in the star lit moments. I raise my face to the wind, accepting the fresh cold air, warm brown eyes open, no longer empty.