Strangely comforted by nature; to be silent with what always is.
I fear dawn is about to fall.
Comforted by the fisherman at sea. Symmetrical lights sway above the shoreline. Tiptoeing along the tide, effortless fun. Fun just by being. I smoked into the night. Or maybe the night was looking at me; whispering gaze beckoning me to search the vast bay water. What could bob to the surface for a foolish wanderer.
I took the face the moon offered on a cratered platter, and walked home lusting over new horizons
I am quite excited for calm, comforting summer nights