Changes come inevitable. Some endure, others prove their existences futile. We gaze at darkening deep blue skies and ignore stars that shine for us. How incessant overlooking becomes. The twinkling reminds us that nature is not perished, neither is its course. It is then, reverence is enveloped with incomprehension of appreciation. Weighing much ingratitude, we heave life's downhills in multiple fashions of complaints.

I watched them blink to their purposes as I unreservedly unclothed reserved vulerability to you at the playground.