Balance.

The silence of night broken

Only by wind

But not mournful,

Companionable.

Orange sky so luminescent

You can almost taste

Its radiance somehow.

Crisp and youthful and

Beauteous.

Thrumming of trains

And guitar strings,

In your head,

And heartbeats.

Crunchy leaves

Skip along on winds,

Inviting you to dance with them.

Dappled sunlight falling

Like compassion,

All glowy and warm.

And someone to share it with.