For the chosen

Walking over to the moonlit balcony I could see the puffy grey clouds floating over a sea of dark pine, the navy blue sky illuminated by the glow of the full moon, and dotted with small blue and white shimmers of dying stars and possible airplanes. I opened the clear glass doors leading to the cold outside and sat down in one of the hard wooden chairs watching the trees sway on this windy night and wondering how much time had passed in the last minute and a half.