Moonlit Salutations

A night in the south

- Songs of evening crickets, people swiftly moving along to their desired destination. The harsh sun retreats, at last presenting mercy on a sweltering day. What once was merely a shadow in the light, turns to complete darkness as the sun briefly retires it's shift.
- The stars, the moon, they emerge from the persistent covering of lighter skies and white "over stuffed", clouds. All the world seems settled at this moment in time. A consoling inner peace at the thoughts of a mother tucking her child safely, warmly into bed or a father reciting a bedtime story to, what so seemingly, is the apple of his eye.
- Mother Nature's compassionate, nurturing components seem visible on this night and more so as the lightest, most aromatic of breezes sweep the hair from my face. The salutations of the moonlight awaken even the most secluded of treetops, darkest of meadows, pastures and fields.
- Calm serenity is not at all a burden, instead, a waning by the night. This atmosphere, it wraps it's mass around me, invites me into it's core. My skin, my thoughts, my presence as a being, are one with this night - I fully embrace it. I am interlaced with it's entirety, it's presence. I am mysteriously drawn to the majestic powers of it's seemingly, maternal comfort.