He paused by the window, looking up into a lavender sky, fingers pressed against...

He paused by the window, looking up into a lavender sky, fingers pressed against the icy glass. No stars tonight; the snowflakes came down out of the dark, rushing towards him, endless, uncountable. Silent, too, but not like the stars. Falling snow whispered secrets to itself.
"And you are a fanciful idiot," he said outloud.