It’s nighttime again. I breathe it in deep. The cool air fills my lungs. The silence is calming and soothing. It smells like honeysuckle’s.
The moon is hanging in the sky. The wind whispers over my skin.
The apple and dogwood trees are losing their petals. I seen a baby rabbit with its family in the yard next door.
Last night the night air was warm the moon is going dark in a few days. I stand and behold the night and let it into my lungs. I prefer the night. The light stings my eyes. It’s intrusive an annoyance. I cover my face to escape it.
The night is magical. I wish that the morning would never come.
COMMENTS
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Cadrewolf2
03:36 Apr 29 2026
sweet
MoonMade
13:18 Apr 30 2026
😊