the moon was full and bright the clouds hung low and close to each other akin to marble, rippling, filtering the luminous glow from the night
a slight chill in the air the noises of society, here and there, now and then piercing the raw, beautiful silence and the serene, presence of being
a reminder that life is moving all around us even in those moments most quiet even if we are not ready or capable even if we feel lost and empty and alone.
it still flows and goes its own way at its own pace we must listen and feel every bit of it we must flow and ride the waves even when they are crashing and we go under.
And so we go on and look at the sky and feel the wind and appreciate the glow and smell the air.