A Wintry Eve

Stepping beyond the confines of his home he approached an open alley where the night sky was in plain view. The chill in the air had a sort of Fall familiarity to it. The stars, unquantifiable as they were, sat in their seemingly destined locations. Historically different formations melded like puzzle pieces, allowing him to make sense of their shapes.

Their easy interpretation had been a wonder for as long as he could remember. But on this night, nothing was fitting together.

The harder he tried to contemplate the deeper the pit in his stomach became. This night was not like the rest.

A paradigm had shot off like fireworks in the sky and no one could comprehend their potential damage. Certainly not him.

For as best as he could surmise, he was surely dreaming so he wiped the crust from his eyes, but it was real life.