That Night.

With my eyes closed I listen to crickets play music with their legs as if they were tiny violins; the melodies drift into my ears as the night breeze comes over me like newly fallen snow.  I feel Mother Earth sink into me as I smell the grass and feel the dew dripping down from the many blades surrounding me and collect onto my body.  Tiny insects around my head whisper me secrets from their wings in their low murmur of circles.  I open my eyes; the moon hangs low to the Earth tonight and she is full and brilliant. She is misted with the fog above the lake, but the sky is dark and endless and the stars are bright and forever.  My soul is at rest and my body is at peace.  Life could not be sweeter.