Froot Loops @ Midnight

...

I heard the moon exploding in the sky and watched as it scattered across the night.

I wept for her.

Hard, ugly tears, for I failed to realize that, although the moon was gone, and although the blow had knocked me over with no guarantee of recovery, she was everywhere.

She lit up the night in such a way that was never quite possible before.

A subtle ferocity, a simply wild elegance that causes you to fall in love with the world again.