night fall

I am awestruck by the silence night fall commands. Shadows appear larger and small again as the clouds that have left the lingering rain smell race toward the North under the path of an almost full moon.

A lonely bird chirps and the chirp echoes off the side of the house as coyotes howl at a distance past one hundred yards.

A gate is opened and closed down the alley, the hinges in desperate need of WD-40, the footsteps a stiff drink and some slumber.

I am less concerned about time and worry. The darkness cast a spell of observation, one less cluttered by daily ritual, garbage trucks and Mexican song heard through the baritoned voice of a laborer helping construct seven thousand square foot homes for those wanting...
not needing.