A walk.

I've got a story... just for You.
It happened to me right now.
I was walking in the night, beneath the black, covered sky, head down.
Didn't want to see anything. Didn't want to be seen by anything.
But even then, gazing at the ground, I caught a sight of it. It hit me as lightning - the soft light of the moon. I held my head up - and saw that there are no stormclouds covering the silver face, who shines at everyone caring to look.
It felt just as if it was spring. Silent breeze ran throught the scene. It felt somehow warm.
And then, a few clouds appeared. But not them scary ones. They were friendly, thin clouds, passing on, with the wings of the gently blowing wind.
They played with the moon. For an instant, they hid his face, just to show it again in a glance, in its full glory.
And then it began.
There were some leaves left on the trees, even in winter.
A soft breeze appeared. I don't know how. I don't want to know how. It just appeared.
And then, silently, that I couldn't hear, he whispered to the leaves.
And they whispered back. So peaceful, so calm. I was curious what they're talking about.
I looked at the moon, again. I smiled in the old, kind face, the silver light.
And suddenly, I knew it.
I understood what they said.
That life is wonderful.