Dark and dawn
When it’s quiet at night. Where the sounds of the day cease, crickets say its safely calm from crawl spaces known only to them. Cool breezes drift through the air that kisses your skin so softly that to know any other softness in world couldn’t compare to its delicate intangible nature. It’s these nights when my mind wanders and longs for something not as intangible. I want to feel something in the night that holds me so tightly that escape is impossible.
