Saturday, August 20, 2011
The clouds are lazy tonight. I like that.
Cicadas are out in full force. They're finding their cadence, learning their rhythm, earning the percussion they've so mastered, and yet, they don't even care what I'm thinking.
It's quiet out here on the porch. I can feel the warmth from my body dissolving into the cool concrete. I kind of like that.
I keep thinking that it isn't so hard to see in the dark... if you just quit looking for the light. It's true.
The air smells good. The rain moved in, lingered, and moved on. It left its mark, though. It's still hanging around, waiting on the leaves, on the grass, in the soil. It's waiting to change.
The moon rose late. It's fat, lethargic and ambivalent. Still, it's pushing the shadows of the few tall oaks farther across the field than they could ever fall. Think about that for a season or two.
This is just one night in your life... I know that.
But it's one night in your life when I know that you sleep soundly, secure, and peaceful... just twenty steps away.
That's why I breath in and out everyday, just so you know.
Because one night in your life is every night in mine.