Everyone's asleep. The trees, the birds even the water is lying still waiting for the first rays of the sun to kiss it awake.
Crickets, roaches and sleepless truckers influence the night's silence enveloping curiosity in a listening soul.
Is there anybody out there ?
The wind feels suspended.
Everything seems like in wait. Waiting with abated breath, waiting in anticipation of Tomorrow's dam bursting open into a new day full of newness, expectation and fullness.
Perhaps this is how every night feels. Retired, quiet and undisturbed. But the truth is that the night probably consumes itself and everything within it as it swallows each day after day thus living and dying almost at the same time.
And yet everyone's asleep. The trees, the birds and even me.
