It’s subtle. It cultivates mystery. I shiver.
I brush the hair from my eyes exposed to October’s night air.
A thousand crimson leaves applaud my presence.
I know I should be sleeping, but I surrender to this middle-of-the-night moonlit high instead.
Like a ghost I slip, isolate starlight in my skin, glimpse my moon shadow on the earth.
I want to see this; floating, ethereal, eyes closed.
The scents of the night intoxicate: rustling pines, damask rose, daphne, the smell of burning oak like whiskey.
I refill my well.
Under the night sky I feel complete. I feel undone. I feel found. I feel lost—if only for a little while.
And I want to go higher still.
Just for tonight.
Enjoying the part about enjoying the journey…
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*originally published Oct. 2016