The Window Is Open

The window is open as I hear the quail say good night. This particular covey was done feasting until the morning came again once more, awake, anew. A cool night's breeze, pleasant enough to obtain a good night's rest does gently tease my face in addition to sending playful tingles up and down my skin. While I'm safe inside the soft covers of my comfortable bed, the new hour this eve has sought me out. The candle's wax drips its oily residue in the bottom of its holder, as the light of my candle slowly fades to give way to the seemingly quiet and impending dark. That it is dark bothers me not, for through my window I can catch a glimpse of heaven's brilliant stars. Stars that shine like rather flat but perfectly shaped diamonds. But some of these same lights are much, much bolder. Sweet is the fragrance of this desert's wild flowers, as their scent becomes an additional joy to my forever sharpening senses. Outside I hear the ever piercing cry of the coyotes as they howl up at a crescent moon for whatever reasons they do seem to find. But their cry I do not mind. For their obvious freedom, does help me to enforce the sweet dreams of an astounding harmony that I do have left. There are still a few crickets lined up now along the top of my window sill. I see them move their skinny, little hind legs together while their bodies look like tiny violins as they play. Alas, there is still peace in all the world, so I'd like to think... even God and His angelic hosts can be heard to sigh at the beauty that is in nature's music that took place this lovely, lovely night. by S.E. Clark