In Everton Forest

The day had been grim and hectic, the working environment pressured and thick with interoffice gossip and intrique, how I yearned for silence's healing mystique./ The traffic volumes at days end was horrendous the noise, the screech of brakes, the continual blaring of hooters. Not easy to maintain ones temper and aplomb. Soon, soon I would be home. My need for peace was more than slight as I wandered into the garden that star-filled night and stopped dead-awestruck at the wonderful silvery radiance flooding the scene even as some hidden owl called clear and keen. The infinitude of stars shone with more than piercing brightness and as I gave myself over to the night's magic all my weariness, all tension and stress dissolved and I felt my souls wick rekindled in a moment out of time. In a radiant space where all was utterly still a glorious interlude wherein my spirit held vigil with the eternally orbiting stars.