Now

The night called me to come outside.  It always nice to get an unexpected visit such as this.  I put on my jacket and the slip on shoes I leave by the door.  Outside the half moon is bright.  The air is thin and delicate. It felt fragile like thin porcelain.  It's the type of air that carries sounds and smells great distances.  Metal becomes obedient In this type of cold.  I walked out to the fence that lines the road.  I could smell wood smoke.   It was a sweet smell burning at a perfect temperature.  The night was too excited to sleep.  The lonely bond that has been created seeing without being able to touch.  The excitement being created with the changes.  The day would soon arrive.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96