We sat there...
In the still of the night listening to the quiet...
We didn't say much and there really wasn't any need to...
We both knew what the other felt...
We both needed this time together as well as the quiet time...
Its nice to commune without having make a sound...
The peace and quiet of this night availed itself to our relaxed mood...
The moon shown bright and lit the field in which we sat enough for us to see the nocturnal creatures at edge of the treeline...
Then, as we had done since settling down in this moonlit field we gathered ourselves without a sound and headed back to the house...
The harvest moon lighting our way...
A sign that summer had yielded to autumn as we had yielded to the beauty of the moon...
Under The Harvest Moon©
EdwinBrown9®™
10/2/16
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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