It was just after six, but just after six means it's pitch black outside. I put dinner in the oven, set the timer for 45 minutes, and put the apartment in Dr. BB's hands to make sure it didn't burn down.
It feels like we're on the precipice. The sun will rise, the moon will glow, but in the timelines of celestial bodies, humans are naught but a blink.
I believe that the sun will rise and the moon will glow.
And that will have to be enough for right now.