TEAR THE NIGHT SKY ASUNDER
He waited patiently all day, watching as the hours slowly rolled over each other in their inevitable march towards the infinite.
He waited out morning and sat through the blazing afternoon heat, drifting languidly in the lake like the lily pads that surrounded him.
He ate a big meal up at the cottage: steak, potatoes, beans, and other complimentary culinaria, and washed it all down with a few glasses of earthy red wine.
He watched as the sun slowly descended behind the trees, spreading morning ever forward and leaving darkness in its steady westward wake.
The moment was approaching, his patience steadily paying off. He stood on the large weathered wooden deck of the cottage and looked down over the pink-purple mirror of the lake's surface. He placed a finger in his mouth and slowly raised the moistened tip towards the sky. No wind at all. Ideal conditions.
He nodded to the others and made a silent march down towards the lake, swatting his hands at a couple of tenacious flies on his way towards the beach below.
He eased himself into a plastic lawn chair and stared out over the lake's mirrored surface, admiring the shimmering sky that rippled gently across to the distant shore.
The bonfire next to him shifted into itself, sending a spiral of sparks on an upward pirouette into the night. A loud pop erupted from one the logs, and the fire resumed its slow and steady hiss, crackle, pop.
A chorus of crickets sounded off, eager for the main event, but he had been patient, and he would patiently wait a few moments more.
Tonight was the night he would tear the sky asunder...
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