[short story] Stargazing
A quiet breeze ebbs and flows over the wide meadow in front of the cottage. Further down behind a low elevation purls a shallow brook, gurgling, and lapping against the poles of a wooden bridge. Below a knobby larch you spot a bench made from gnarly branches - old and weathered like everything you see.
Emily sits on the bench. The vast night sky stretches above her unimaginably far and wide. It is almost the time of the new moon, as her eyes rest on the slim silver sliver of the waning crescent.
Her gaze follows the path of the moon, along the stars and through the milky way. Soon it will become invisible, until it rebirths anew. No thoughts go through Emily's mind, as she sits there, listening to the sounds of the peaceful night. She is one with herself, and her mind embraces the world.
The moon waxes and wanes, and it rises again after dying. It is never gone even if it is invisible. The moon can live in the day, bringing peace to the brightly lit world. The moon can live in the night, shining brightly to light the world.
The moon lives in a perpetual rhythm, and Emily knows: she is a part of it.