I sit here watching the sky grow orange.
The thoughts of the day comes forth.
The sun sinks lower behind the mountain.
Its a half firey red circle.
I walk on.
Im now in the woods.
The path beings to widen.
Its growing cool.
Its still warm during the day but oh so cool at night.
One by one the kernals of popcorn the stars show in the sky.
I smile.
The night sound begin to play.
Nearby a Owl hoots.
A cricket plays his song.
A breeze beings to blow making the trees and grass dance to the tune.
Night is scare.
A time we life comes to when others sleep.
The truth is out.
It is night.
