Le coup de grace

Was it one of those nights when a full yellow moon shone over everything but it mattered too little as everything could have been destroyed as easily as it had been built up. And there is nothing curious in building good things on the ruins of bad memories and harmful experiences by using own straw bricks or…borrowed ones; for only that unique and unexplainable feeling you get when entering the new-born room, staring into the ceilings eyes and say “this is my home and moon’s light cannot pass through it”. But moon, gentle as a lady, will lighten the windows – those windows that also allow dust, scents and car noise to get inside.