Black

I took this picture on a cloudy night. The moon is not a full one, and it's seemingly entangled in the clouds. Yet, it's a delight to look at - pristine and glowing. There is darkness everywhere, except for that little zone of luminosity struggling to hold on to dear life. 

I've always been obsessed with the color black; and I've noticed that a lot of people are, and each one of them has a different story to tell. I like it because of the fact that it covers every-darn-thing - a sort of blanket facade for anything one wants to conceal; because sometimes you hold a thing so dear that you don't want others to defile it.