They dance alone in the moonlight under a sky of a thousand stars.

They’re only black silhouetted images blending softly in the shadows as they carry on, caught in an enchanting magic, and a beauty to catch any eye.

As morning starts its dawning the dancers dissipate like a dust that is snatched up in the morning breeze. Dancing, the particles blow away to lay dormant on the ground until dusk begins to sprinkle nighttime slowly pumping life back into the graceful little shadows so they can dance all over again.

• By Shari Marshall (Edited in 2018 but originally written on September 12, 1996 and signed “Lost without Beauty”)     

January’s theme is contrast. Post a link in the comment section below with your interpretation of contrast, any medium welcome.