Night Mooring

The yard grew cold under the open stars, signaling it was time to dock. I glided down from the rubber hose reel toward the foundation wall where the solid brass spigot emerged. Just beneath its angled nozzle, a flat river stone was embedded in the dry gravel. A single drop of water hung suspended from the brass lip, catching the distant porch light like a beacon. I aligned my hull, eased between two smooth pebbles, and wedged my front mandibles into the recessed hollow right beneath the cold metal spigot. Ground zero is secure.#StarWars #MillenniumFalcon