Thinking about work.

Counted the stars into the night sky beside a lazy sea. The crescent moon played with the sleepy waves and stars shone back into the sky reflected by the mirror beach. As I walked I wandered how many miles it was to Babylon and whether you could get there before it was time to light the candles, if your feet were nimble. Even the scent of the air was beautiful, the taste of a star filled night beside the seabecame the definition of exquisite.