The calming 70 degrees
The cool night air
The simple chatter of crickets
It brings a feeling of tranquility
When all fears are left aside
Forgotten until reality of mind returns.
No great thoughts are thought
The simple thoughts remain
The individula cricket
Backwash of Suburbia
The noise of a distant car on a road
These moments suspend us
And relax us.
No major thought of the threat remains
During this moment of meditation.