Rainyy
Favoured Frenzy

The day slowed down just enough to breathe, roads quieter, thoughts louder. She stood by the window with a cup of coffee, watching the moon climb between clouds like it had nowhere else to be.
Her phone buzzed.
A Picture..
The moon. Again.
A second message
“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”
She didn’t rush her reply. Saturday nights were meant for pauses. For feelings that didn’t need labels. She looked up same moon,same silence wrapping the world gently.
“It is,” she replied.
Somewhere, someone smiled at their screen.
But for one quiet Saturday night, two hearts agreed on the same sky
and that felt like enough.
Nb: ente imagination


looks like a halogen bulb difficult to imagine it as moon
but i got this on a diff day from telescope
