Sparklers

Sparklers 

It was amazing. The sky was black except for the amazing stars covering the sky. A moonless night on the ocean is not a dark night. Thin drifts of cloud hung low over the water. Clarise hadn’t had  time to stop and listen to the night. They were busy that evening, busier than usual. She was new at the job of waiting on tables and really didn’t know why one night could be busier than another. Didn’t cruise ships have the same busy-ness all the time? But this evening was special. All the glitter of the outside was matched on the inside. But not the quiet calm of the beautiful night. Hockey Night in Canada was on the big screen. Most of the passengers had abandoned the casino, the featured entertainer and even a midnight swim in the pool on the upper deck. Many even had the jerseys of their favourite team. She joined in the cheering after a good play, and groaned when her team was scored against. In this strange gathering - hockey in the middle of the ocean - there seemed the unspoken principles of camaraderie and celebration. The night was well and truly sparkling.

“Life and light made up the interior, the realm of the daytime. 

The exterior was darkness and night.”

~ Chess Desalls, Travel Glasses

Author's note: Edited February 03, 2024