Jun 15, 2011
As I do each night before I go to bed, I’ve stepped out onto the front porch to take a deep breath, still myself and observe the night.
Tonight, I hear a barred owl down one end of the neighborhood, a whippoorwill down the other end and a toad in the prairie grass in the front yard. The deer must have visited last night, because the lily buds were missing when I checked the flower garden before sundown.
The moon is bathing the night air in silkiness.
I’m ready to slip into my dreams.
Anton Zuiker ☄
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