Delat ljud

The trees pulled shadows round them tight. The mountains wrapped themselves in night. They tugged the clouds up to their chins and slowly, slowly... tucked them in. The stars came out and blinked a while. Each one winked a sleepy smile. Then one by one, they dimmed their light. Even the stars said.. goodnight. And there was Bakhtiyar. Still awake! The very last one, for goodness' sake. "I'll go to bed," said Bakhtiyar, "soon." Just Bakhtiyar, alone, beneath the moon.