Samantha: Moonlight
I spun from the moon threads of light and wove them to fashion my sight.
Samantha: Ride
The world has changed from yesterday, it got transformed, it moved away, it went astray, it moved adrift along a strident Doppler shift.
Barry: Dispassionate Clear
I’m too tired for insight, too strong for solace, too clear for words, too resonant for silence, too old for wonder, too lucid.
Eliza: Breathing
There is always something to distract us, something urgent, usually unpleasant, so I’m going to say this really fast, before I lose your attention: last night I heard the roar of the planet spinning on its axis, the deafening breath of an enormous creature.
Amelia: Different
Never had fall been more beautiful, a symphony of warm colors, like a nature’s embrace, and it made her feel loved by a love higher than this world.