Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call).
A night is never dark when a fridge is full. 😉
I go and look through a window many times when the sun sets. I like doing that. It is quiet. It’s peaceful. It holds a promise that in a few hours sun will rise again.
Oh, the tears? They come and go, cleaning a soul. I don’t hold them in, I don’t force them out. And when left to be, they have their own tide. 😉