September, and
the nights are drawing in.
Long summer evenings seem
a distant memory.
In the house,
once the lights go on
the world outside seems
so dark,
so uninviting.
–
But it’s still there,
still waiting.
–
Tonight, I venture out,
stumbling until my eyes
grow accustomed to
shades of darkness.
A glow in the west
from the sun, long set,
faintly illuminating
a pale mackeral sky.
Clouds like ripples in sand,
and behind them
faint twinkling stars
guiding me to the north
and the beauty of the night
Relaxing.
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