Who doesn’t like light! Perhaps few. The small moons alongside street leading to aurora dazzling in distance. Chilled air and darkness talks to me about hopeful dawn. We have been friends for long time. I see another small moon as I approach forward, they leave for the moment. We meet again, me, chilled air and darkness. But the light in distance enchants me. We can’t walk together for long because they can’t breathe in light. I don’t look for them. I begin my walk to the light