Today, I sat out with an old friend, as the breeze blew and
the field glistened with shorn grasses and white topped clover, as we sat there
drinking lemons-in-water.
Tonight I stood in the same place,in the moonless
night, alone, pitch black, not one mosquito, with only the bedroom light
shining within.
I saw the faint silhouette of tree line separating us from the
vast night skies,
thunderstruck thick with shining stars, and the loud hoot of
one persistent owl.
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