Three o’clock. Morning stars yawn as night grows old. Street lamps cast shadows on frozen ground. Wind howls a muffled hiss as it hits the windshield. A thick blanket of darkness lingers. No tail lights in sight. A familiar destination becomes obscured, As it stretches in infinite cold night. Over silhouettes of trees and landscape, Lifelessness beats like a drum. Crispy wind finally cracks, As it whispers to the empty roads. In the deafening silence, A sweet, feeble but definitive voice rises: “Don’t let obscurity blur your vision, You, your rabbit and monkey.” Stars fade as daybreak draws near. Everything gives way to dawn. Light caresses fantastic details of life. Life! I see a rainbow afar.