She looks out her window
Mesmerized by the midnight sky
A strong gust of December air approaches
Rolling in like a wave crashing down upon dry sand.
Her light brown hair blows back and her eyes close gently
Her vision blackened now
Her son stands with pride
His cap tight around his shaved head.
Raising one hand to his hat, he salutes
With a glimmer to his eyes resembling the midnight sky
Then his blurry image fades
And she clutches the envelope as a tear drops upon the seal.
Opening her eyes, she looks up at the vast black canvas
Splattered with millions of small silver dots
And as she shuts her eyes one last time
She takes a deep breath and makes a wish.
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