May, Late At Night

Night and stillness gird our realm. Cool, suspended nature rests as stars pierce a blue-black sky. Silence is draped like a pall over street, lawn, and shadowed walkway. Each twilight breath hangs muted. A luminous slice of first quarter moon purposefully arcs toward its own slumber past the western horizon. Dawn gathers potential during the tranquility, preparing to shine forth with scintillating light, refreshing our eyes. May, late at night