Night time is kind of a strange time to be awake in.
The half moon comes and goes as the night time clouds float on by.
The silence of the night is always eerie as every sound is amplified so much that one would think a party was going on.
One spends most of it trying to hide the noise so as not to wake those that sleep. Yet they sleep no matter what.
The mind wanders at these times thinking of things said during the evening hours.Not that it matters. Or does it?
She lay asleep in her bed. Restless in her thoughts not knowing what she should say or do.
He sits alone pondering the nights events. A beer he be drinking and music playing. An urge to write beckons but it comes and goes.
The next 9 days will be his rebirth, or so he hopes.
Nothing is ever certian.
Steve June 2010