Nights like these

Feather pens, crystal clocks and a bunch of vintage keys hang from the ceiling in your room: for something to look at, at night.

You have a 'nook' for everything in your home- the rooftop being your own.

I remember you told me you had seen a sunset through an eclipse: the first time

you liked the sun better than the moon.

I never thought I'd fancy the dark so much. Stop searching for the candles and look at the moon.