No light reflected from that silver orb, hanging there in the sky. No sliver, no half, no full, plump disc.
And in that darkness, comes the promise of starting over. Silently, all the old slips away, shaken off with that final sliver of rock, it drops into the blackness of space and ceases to exist.
And I am renewed again. Fresh, starting over, all that has gone in the past is just that… the past. I cannot change it, cannot take it back, cannot hold onto it, as it slips away between the stars.
And I move into the direction of the new light, the new day.