The happy place

There was this beautiful sky overhead last night

The full-moon stood low in the sky, big, really big, and there was a tint of red giving it the resemblance of a blood orange

It shone so strong that I could barely see the stars on the sky which was blue and gray

And the wind farm in the horizon looked black, but there are red lights shining off them for some reason

Today is my sister’s birthday. I used to lend her my favourite books, but I never got them back.

I don’t think about her that much any more

And when I do, I feel nothing.