Silently

Tonight, Joe must sleep. After a brief eternity, he lies down. As he closes his eyes and tries to ignore the mild tossing-and-turning beside him, stray rays of light sneak in between the curtains. Though not a soul walks in the streets of that peaceful neighborhood, the street lights still shine on, valiantly staving off the darkness on the night of a new moon. The stars are still shining from beyond the looming clouds, but for now their twinkle is tenderly wrapped in a black veil, hidden away from the few who still look up at the sky stretching infinitely beyond the rooftops. Perhaps it was from there, behind the shroud of light years and eons, that the author of history observed the story of three friends.