The moon shone brightly contrasting beautifully with ever darkness of the night sky as I stared up at the heavens, a warm and light breeze rushing by and tickling my face. The soft sounds of animals hidden in the leaves and small insects making calming and gentle noise soothed me into near sleep as I leaned on the porch. The light of the moon turning the usually green of the forest into a lovely silvery, darker color. Looking around at the silent and still houses containing the peacefully sleeping peoples the area. I sighed, content with scene before slipping into a blissfully sweet, dreamless sleep.


The afternoon sun was just starting to set as soft colors of all kinds changed the green landscape of the forest into a beautiful art show of light and color. The wind was a soft gentle breeze smelling like a surprisingly delightful combination of sweet honey and the dewy, slightly musky scents of the forest and its inhabitants. The children of the surrounding houses returning to their homes for the coming night as adults without a care in the world exited their humble abodes in anticipation of the night's activities.

All around, as it gradually got darker, homes came to life with light of their own with sun no longer there to provide for them. Clubs and bars also be coming alight as the wanders of the emptying roads and streets found places to get entertainment from. The loud music accompanied by the near-constant noises from the people echoing all around the small area, drowning out the soft sounds of the crickets and other creatures of the surrounding greenery.

Soon the lights from the houses disappeared as people retired to their beds into peaceful dreams of their imaginations. The sounds from the towns never faltering. Eventually, as the night wore on, people gradually stumbled out of the noisy buildings, more than likely intoxicated, to also return to their homes, beds and dreams. Soon the noisy buildings were empty and quiet, the peace finally returning and the sounds of nature overtaking the entire area.

Soon the sun was rising again as people gradually made their way out of their homes to begin a hard day's work. The rising sun and its colors making everything it touched glow in an unearthly beauty. Animals that only rise at night slipping out the light's reach and into their burrows until the dark returned and creatures of the day gradually awakening with a quick pace. The air smelling of fresh dew and a slight sweet scent from the previous night.

JANUARY 1, 2013

-S.A.S.E


Here in the country as the sun rises people gradually made their way out of their homes to begin a hard day's work. During its rise the sun and its colors making everything it touched glow in an unearthly beauty. Animals that only rise at night slipping out the light's reach and into their burrows until the dark returned and creatures of the day gradually awakening with a quick pace.

The air smelling of fresh dew and a slight sweet scent from the previous night was crisp and carried a delicate smell of mint and honey. That smell reminded me of smiling flowers. The old, rotting wood of the broken home seemed old and wise in the golden light of the rising sun. The air was still and the light kissed every leaf and branch before ascending into the blue sky. Looking through the foggy window, down the long narrow road leading to the lake, I saw the mischief of innocent children as they enjoyed themselves with the early morning water. The feeling of being embraced by the ice cold fresh air rejuvenated my sleepy self, energizing me as I awoke from my slumber.

As the night approaches the moon shone brightly, contrasting beautifully with the darkness of the night sky as I stared up at the heavens. A cold and light breeze rushed by and tickled my face. The soft sounds of animals hidden in the leaves and small insects making calm and gentle noise soothed me into near sleep as I leaned on the porch. The light of the moon turned the usually green of the forest into a deep silvery colour as it reflects off the lake. Looking around at the silent and still houses contain the peacefully sleeping peoples in the area.

Soon, the lights from the houses disappeared as people retire to their beds into peaceful dreams of their imaginations. The noises from the near towns never falter as they continued through the busy night. Eventually, as the night wore on, people gradually stumbled out of the noisy buildings, more than likely intoxicated, to also return to their homes, beds and dreams. Soon the noisy buildings were empty and quiet, the peace finally returning and the sounds of nature overtaking the entire area.

January 4, 2013

- M.C