Absorption

The dark night gave way to silver moonlight as it filtered through the drifting clouds. The sand, ever greedy, returns the favor by absorbing the light into its dark abyss. Still, the moon shines down, as if smiling, waiting for the day the sands send up a thank you.

The sand shimmers, but only barely. That is enough for the moon, Sparrow guesses.

She wasn't one to dwell on metaphoricals, but sometimes a girl just got into a mood, yanno? Maybe Mercury was in retrograde or something- not that Sparrow had any idea what that meant or what a Mars even was. Regardless, sometimes a girl just likes to be alone with her thoughts, although wine would make it better.