𝕟𝕪𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒

i like sitting out here at night

the air is still

every leaf motionless as if the

trees are sleeping

the cicada chorus floats

a lullaby frequency

over the night air

the white clouds are like a

patchwork quilt across the

indigo sky

there's just something about

being out here in the

dark stillness that writes in

my own stillness

i find myself lingering

resetting

resting

realizing

that i'm exhausted

but thankful for

the air He puts in my lungs

hot days

cool nights

and the ability to linger

if i want to.