When I went out for my long walk at 3 am, the sky was paved with cobbled clouds the color of spiderwebs after a spring rain. Later on they cleared and the countries of the moon were fair and bright, a hole out of which the light poured. Coming back home much later, a shooting star crossed my path from west to east. The meteor trailed sparks of hope as it aimed fruitlessly for the mountains beyond.
Such a beautiful morning.