these wee hours

as i am relishing the last days of summer, i have been staying up later & really listening to the crickets, cicadas… the symphony of summer insects, i find myself wandering to the porch, looking at the moon and wondering, is there a more perfect temperature? a cardigan is pleasant, but certainly not necessary. the breeze is light, and i feel as if the darkness is enveloping me, embracing me. the moon, with his or her face, is smiling down, and i know, know without a shadow of a doubt: this nite is a gift from the divine creator, to all of us and especially those who will stop and wander out and take notice.

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