Entrance

I remember night falling on the earlier hours! It was kind, but not of service. To nothing and no one the characters of the sky come in aid, yet here we are in benefit of their assistance.

The bright lights of the arena blinded the grace of the river of life. While by the trail, a few little fires turned on, contained and content. A curious and denied slumber.

I think there’s so much to live for, while with my grief subdued (pocketed) I tune into the sound of the dog park's end of day.

I’ll be back at second light.