Out in the cool crisp night the air is cool and fresh like a fresh rain from a day before. The darkness, in its prime envelopes everything like a big black blanket. The back drop of the trees and hills are slightly showing with a faded glow of dim gray light. The sound around is so at peace that every drop from the trees can be heard. The air moves ever slow and Silent to reflect the muted surroundings. Above are thousands of stars. Little bright dots swept over above and around any gaze. Staring up at them one can feel the overwhelming sensation of size when compared to the vast display of lights. Staring for what seems like a slowing of time. The night time painting seems to draw me ever near. Like I belong to the heavens. My lost home that is just over the clearing. I can see it as being so close I could touch it. I wish I could see this as I sleep, in my dreams and when I wake. The cool air, the silent night, and the dazzling stars would be a grand sight to intake. But this secret show is only playing at certain times. Although looking up I would swear it's my own private show for me only. How beautiful. How tranquil. How I long to soar up as high as I can piercing the night with my eyes and arms about. To my love. To my silent friend. To my favorite state of day. I bid you welcome back. I embrace you tenderly till you've gone off alone. Leaving me to wait till you come again.