Lying down on the balcony, on one of those winter nights.

Towards the far right, I saw a gleaming trail of turquoise blue.

My head rose in awe; my mind still fumbled to make sure if the eyes had made it up.

The trees lit up like never before; even the crickets went silent; no palette would match her colors.

Moments did it last, the ‘Souvenir from the Heavens’ above.

The eyes closed, and the heart said, ‘Let that sink in.’