rustling (journal entry)

The chill this evening isn't painful. It's comforting, as if lulling people to sleep; like a whisper that makes them smile.

It doesn't even smell of people preparing for tomorrow's work or school. It's as if time is being extended for those who are enjoying the moment; for those whose eyes are closed, whose heads are tilted to the sky, listening to the quiet breeze. It's for those who know what this moment brings.

Write as if telling your day to someone you love.

(Written: 08Dec2019)