Richard

Waves crashing; lights of more than a dozen ships line the horizon; a couple of "falling stars" streak across the sky; moonlight shimmering on the water, fading, fading, until only a sliver of bright light is visible on the lower left side of the moon.



I shiver as the sliver of light gets smaller and smaller. "Go, go, go," I whisper. It lingers and lingers and lingers. Then it is gone.