The stars are dimmed, tonight, we walk the dog under strange glimmering dusk blues above and everything is quiet. The bats flew around earlier but they’ve gone to bed now, the dreams flew around earlier but you’ve gone to bed now, tomorrow is another day. We hiked up a mountain to a warm waterfall and felt our toes lose track of the bottom, little minnows nibbling at them as we caught a rock on which to stand. I breathe better with water on my skin, the blood in my mind realigns, everything makes sense. I sleep heavy sleeps in the country quiet, what dreams may come?
I invite them in
readily.
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