The clouds in Tsushima are so close tonight that they look like animals migrating across the sky. The night behind them is an indigo pasture on which eternity lies.

The moon shines brighter than a summer camp torch.

I think yes, it’s all been worth it to get to this moment.

All the moments more will be gifts.

Some of the clouds look like stickers plastered on the ceiling instead of the sky.

Others look like fossils swept over by desert sands.

How could I have forsaken hope and magic?

Thinking you know is not appreciating.

And what are we here for if not to appreciate?