Stars and moons, and the sky, a dark blanket. A lot of people don’t realize the sky is like a blanket, a dark blue, the darkest, darker than the deepest part of the ocean, with a touch like felt. Rough like wool, but…

A little baby, dark brown. The color and depth of handmade clay pots, filled with all the love that choosing to create garners. And still the baby huddled in a corner, crying inconsolably, holding themself. As if the break of death can…

Sometimes frogs played violins in the middle of the forest, expecting no one, just needing something to emote the heartbreak their croaks couldn't lament. And when they closed their eyes, the moon shining on a baby, the fireflies peeked out. For a moment in a forest…