"I truly wonder what time it is."
"Why? I mean, does it matter?" she was seated at the other side of the dinner table from me, her gaze upon the almost empty bejeweled glass of emerald wine.
"See the crescent nearly hitting the horizon over there?" she said, pointing towards the window, a waxing lunar disc sitting behind nebulous racing things upon the late night sky. I didn't return my eyes into her, just kept looking, the outside suddenly grabbing all of my attention....