The sky looked a little like a wound in retrospect. As if it would leave a scar. But the vividness never lasts for long. The other day the moon was hanging right over our roof as I drove up the hill as if it could crash into our bedroom at any moment and fall into luminescent fragments. Then by the time I parked it wasn't so low or so yellowish anymore. Just an ordinary planet as distant and unconnected to our lives as a myth.