A late night's tale. Dreams being woven, small puffs of wishes slowly float out of the windows quietly. Tiny rustlings in the grass, and the clouds above. Moon shines, again tonight, more magical than it was yesterday. The wind moves on the streets like a river, carrying many stories. Goodnight!
Sunday, August 3, 2014
moths, bats, mosquitoes, spiders spinning their webs, rustling in the grass- probably a possum, skunk or perhaps a raccoon or a rat? The night is moving but very still, the moon exactly in half, is the other half nestling somewhere in your sky?
