Diamond rain

The diamond rain was falling from the moon and as the world was basking in its wealth, two shadows fought in the sky. A crow of mythical proportions, of wings which made night fall, was blocking the path of the darkness in the deep. The ever hungry catfish, whose tail reached the edge of the world and beyond, was seeking to devour the glittering of the pale body, floating in the night.

Admiring this sight of once in a thousand years, Virgile threw is net in the bothered sea, the fishes flewing by dozen were catching themselves in his creels. Among this tide of greatest fortune, he caught fabled iridescents sharks, schools of cristal-eyed fishes, harlequins crabs and amber starfishes.

This happened every millennia, every thousand year the moon offered her glimmer to the sea. Making the rare varek blooms, the tides plentiful and the life of the sailors' children long and peaceful. For some it was a present from the moon to her betrothed, others thought this to be a love declaration from the lady in the sky, never to be accepted.

 As he was sailing back to the coast the fisherman kept thinking, reminiscing about his long and aging years. This moment, the glimmering tide, would never be reached again. It was time now. His body and soul were both weary, yes, he understood now. And this revelation flooded his heart with sweet melancholy. He took a long, hot, sip of coffee from his thermos and closed his eyes.

He was finally able to retire.