A deviation from life's inherent mean. The silhouette sinks behind a green stained screen above a cracking windowsill. The evening gazes in, catching light of various strokes, and it sings through these shades. A brief moment, the light dampens, and the moment is gone. Regain your focus on the insight of the present. Harness it, as such a gift may come and go. Shall we dance? Or shall we bind this gift to the thoughts that shift along the swifter tide? At long last, let us least not lose faith.