Saturated skies fancied themselves veiled at the point where your eyes grow weary and the mantle bundled around your youth grows tight, but they never do give up their uncomplicated beauties. Stars. The dappled dancers that advance through the up high. Firmament fires with the blaze to kindle the dreams of a thousand disbelievers, they ask nothing but your dutiful attention.. and perhaps just a smidgen of anticipation.