Forever January

I love these hours in between, when one isn’t sure whether to say good morning or good night. The world is sleeping and the soft, lulling silence cradles around the darkness. Stars shine with more clarity against the swarthy sky and crickets chirp in the still blades of grass.

This is our time — you and me — when we come together and forge new paths like a pale Aurora Borealis streaked across the heavens. While the rest of the world is abeyant, we feel each other out in the dark, grasping for fingers in the night.

And I would trade nothing — nothing — for these precious moments, these small water drops of memory in my mind’s garden. It’s how my Life grows.