On nights like this, when the world's a bit amiss...

I stepped out into the yard and was shocked by the weather. The sky was filled with clouds, orange and purple, lit from the city lights. There is a serenity in the breeze that gently lifted hair around my ears; warm and tender like a lover's gentle kiss.

I was tempted to lay out in the grass and succumb to the earth via the night crawlers, slugs, and critters. Feel them pulling me in while the air plays Brahms through the limbs of the assorted maples -- they rock me gently, you know.