The Ballet of Celestial Lights

3:23 AM – Periwinkle dreams on the edge of oblivion. Do you remember the stars dancing? Not in the sky, but in the old attic?

It was a Wednesday, perhaps a Saturday disguised as midweek. The radios were playing a tune from 1982 – or was it 1972?

Shimmering silhouettes in vintage gowns swirling to an unheard rhythm. Shadows of memories that might belong to a parallel universe.

Do the stars in your jar still glow, Alexander? The ones that whispered secrets last Tuesday?