“Whatever I do, I do it with passion,” said the moon to the sun.
“Well, I am not lonely like you,” she replied.
“No, I’m not alone. I have the midnight dwellers who share with me their dreams when they cannot slumber,” he retorted.
“Ha, I give them hope. Rays of light upon the darkness you supply!”
The moon, simply nodded, “Yes, yet we both create a silhouette for them to read by.”
With that the sun faded as they passed each other, and the moon finished his rise into the sky.
-Angela K. Crandall ©12/10/15