Reflections

What will test me is in the wrinkle of your brow, the trepidation on your face.

Your place is sealed in the haunted places...

Some summer nights I wish would last forever. The air feels alive, cool and silky on my skin. The reflection of the moon casting a glow that makes magic of the mundane. She flirts and romances in the inky black forever sky. An ever so slight breeze carries the salt to my soul and the sweet scent of flowers, almost too light to take in. When the waters are calm, the streets are deserted and only peepers make a sound. It’s nights like this I could just drive forever, windows do

Walks at dusk, where the day becomes sleepy, are my favorite. They remind me that everything, and nothing has changed.

...and she stood there, in a spiritual purgatory, caught between a life she thought she knew and the one she had yet to discover.