Sometimes I go and sit outside at night.
There’s something to be said about a late spring evening.
Tonight the sky is clear, but for some reason I can smell the coming rain.
It smells earthy. Fresh.
I listen to the sounds around me.
I can hear cars in the distance. People on the go, yet I am not.
I’m just happy to sit in the dark.
Creatures move in the yard. They sound small. A little rustle here and a little rustle there. They are on the go as well.
I sit in silence, not going anywhere.
Peace.
I find comfort on my back porch. Surrounded by nature.
Absorbed in my thoughts and listening to the crickets. Their gentle song plays in the background of the night.
A light breeze ruffles the leaves on the trees and swirls around the new ferns that just popped up out of the ground last week.
The birds safely in their nests for the night, although one or two shuffle around. I image it’s much like when I plump my pillow and flip back down onto it when I’m ready for my own slumber.
The cat bumps his head on the screen door, telling me it’s time to come in and rub his belly. Enough with the outside.
I go inside and he greets me with a “meowf” and leads me to bed.
Time for me to settle myself down.
