The only sounds I hear are the chirping of the crickets night song and the roar of thunder.
Suddenly, as if the universe knows my hearts desire the rain has begun to fall steadily.
It’s music to my soul.
The hot, sultry day has turned into a cool, rain saturated evening.
It’s late and I should be sleeping, but the sirens call is intense and pulls me from my bed.
There’s something so magical about Summer nights.
They lead my imagination astray to romantic rendezvous, long forgotten lands and castles.
I am alone, yet the Earths tendrils wrap gently about my being, lulling me into a feeling of oneness with all.
A serendipity of entangled spirits.
found in the recesses of the night.