A different sky

The country has a different sky tonight; a thicker cloud of stars before the sun has softly sunk. The country has a different sound tonight; birdsong, carefree free-hearted laughter. The country has a different taste tonight; sweetly spiced and cool fresh water. The country is different from itself tonight and there is no explanation.

Moon

Ali stretched his hand towards the night sky and pulled down a crescent of milk-white seaglass, polished smooth by decades of waves. ‘Here is all the moon I can reach,’ he said. His lover smiled in silence, her eyes full of starlight. She touched the glass to her lips.