The antiseptic smell and surroundings of a hospital room.
The descending silence of quieting monitors.
The subdued murmurs of closely held conversation between a father and son.
A clear cold winter night ruled by a bright silver orb.
Rising from the East, it slowly floats higher dimming to a reddish hue.
Slowly it diminishes to a crescent.
It catches the eyes of father and son who become thoughtful and silent.
A celestial commentary on life? the clockwork unconcern of the heavens?
Time has come, visitors must leave and patients settle in for the night.
The moon rides higher.
Shadow persists, growing and darkening.
At home the son meets his son.
Through the window on the stair-landing the wonder is watched together,
a barely perceptible shade floating in the star studded sky.
Silence reigns; a promise? a threat? lofty indifference??
A bright silver streak....
The sick come home....
Universe and life continue - the questions unanswered.