No matter how many moments,
No matter how many nights,
That scene and setting,
To I, it seldom feels old.
I repeat the same setting:
Crisp fall air,
Sheer as you breathe in the air.
Ambiance of the looming night.
The sky is an open stage,
And the moon shines bright,
Bright alongside the stars.
The luminance strikes awe.
The cold breeze that blows by,
The night's breath that grazes your face,
Leaves your cheeks cold and heart full.
The frigid air beckons your company.
Grass covered with the remnants of fall.
The soft crunch of the leaves,
Patting of the grass as you tread,
It's damp to the touch as you sit.
What a vivid scene.
Every view,
Feels different.
The night is always breathtaking.
