Darkness has settled like a cloak.
Down the avenue, street lights dimly glow; a row of moons ever smaller.
I can't tell where the sky ends or the street begins.
What a difference the clock has made.
This morning the sky brightened like a smile.
A jet trailed sunlight behind it and became the tail of a comet across the morning sky.
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