Day 9: Islands in the sky.

The sun was setting as slow as she could.

“Someday,” she thought, “we’ll be together.”

She knew that as soon as she was settled just beyond the horizon that he would appear. Night after night and day after day, they shared a mutual missed connection. They knew they would be a perfect match, yet would never be allowed to share the sky together. She lit up the day, and he lit up the night. Even though she didn’t get to see him, she knew how he was feeling whether he was blue or full or shriveled into a crescent. She yearned to be close to the moon and envied the stars he shared the night sky with. The moon, like the sun, always wanted more. He would trade all of the stars just to share the sky with the sun, for even just one day.

Each day they both tried to stay in the sky just a little bit longer to meet the other, but each day concluded with the same result. They were each alone, suffering the nightly ritual of saying goodbye as the other emerged to say hello. Each destined to remain an island in the sky.