Alone at midnight, I have been outside in what is essentially the wilderness on my yoga mat for nearly 3 hours now. The only friend to come accompany is a melting lustful red candle that coincides with the smell of the velvet trees. Velvet trees, they are, against the eigengrau clouds grazing by. If I were to reach up to touch them, they look as if they would really feel of soft velvet. The moon is so full of life, finally able to radiate through the dusty clouds. Alluringly haunting, but never menacing. Distant thunder resonates throughout the ghostly clouds & lightning surprises them. The awake amongst the trees seem to fall into their slumbers now, everything is quieting to a lull.
A warm summer night in June.