This evening, the sky was sublime. The water, it was shimmering glass. A silver sliver moon scratched a bright exclamation above, and the velvet air filled me up with scent and soft promise.

I was a drunkard. Barely staggering.

Would you be amazed to learn that all the while I thought of you? I almost wished you into proximity – so beautiful amidst the beauty, so perfect beside the vespertine fire.

You are like the beauty of the world; or so it seems to me. And you are like the stars coming out. Dressing the universe in infinite magic.

I missed you. I yearned for you. It was a beautiful ache. As it always is when the night is like this and you are somewhere else.