The moon was pale and soft; dawn was just beginning to lighten up the early morning sky. The streaky pinks and blues were barely beginning to glow over the eastern hills; they were more of a promise than a reality.
When was the last time she'd stayed up all night? School, probably; studying for some test, totally unaware of the beauty she now enjoyed. She eased off her shoes, rubbed her toes, and relished the feel of the cool air on her aching feet.
The moon hung low on the horizon, huge and seemingly translucent, showing its reluctance to disappear.
© 2009 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
Seed beads, Swarovski Crystals, brass. Hand fabricated.