Weather

The prompt today is... what type of weather are you like?

I am like dusk. Just after the sun falls behind the mountains, and a gentle wind blows silky clouds to brush noiselessly past the Cheshire Cat moon. The light from the sun is dim, almost like a light from the past, almost like it is trying not to be forgotten. The stars shimmer in the Eastern sky and blinking red lights from jet planes full of people I'll never meet pass overhead. The deep/sharp "who" from a waking owl repeats and repeats as the bird creates an echo by itself. The trees are black against the deep purple of the sky. I'm lonely like the moon is, only part of myself. Within this solitude, I find a near-peace. So close, it is, but just out of reach.