The moon is glowing in strange color tonight. I don't now how I should describe it precisely. An ivory color of an old oil painting perhaps? The ringing rainfall of the piano leaves are constantly echoing in my ears, a most delicate conundrum at this time of the day.
The changing aspects and constant beauty of the moon provides me with much needed reprieve after a whole day of merry-making and talking constantly about nothing. My heart calms in the silence and the delicious solitude playing the tune. Indeed, I do believe that people go through a metamorphosis at every moment in their lives, and strive toward mastering that change, like a masterful artist striving to achieve the perfect figure of her medium. Such outlook might as well be what being a human being is all about.
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