Like paint on a canvas. Stars in the night sky. You can see it as clear as day yet you could just tell it _belonged._ Throughout the hazy night it grew brighter and brighter as the moon rose. The flowers untucked their petals to bask in the light and deer were peeking up at the sight.

Everything was peaceful.

Everything stopped.

The world didn’t know how much it needed the rest. The beauty and the peace all in one mix. Not one or the other. Both. Simultaneously. Together.

Like a team.

No one wanted the sight to go, but everything comes to an end. The most the world could do was enjoy the view. Savor the feelings of blue rushing away. Feel the warmth of the colors like a hug. Who knew you could ever feel that way.

It’s like something you always needed, yet didn’t know.

Something always there, but only you could show.