There is no Summer without the dew of Spring. There is no Winter without the Fall.
After The Rain
In the mood of the night the glimmer of hope emerges from the darkness offering its smooth retreat.
The midst of the still night renders its own shadows of illusions where one’s eye is shortly deceived until perceptions are resolved.
Yet, our inner intrigue remains in the light where it beckons our souls to know truth.
What then shall we do in the perils of the night?
We shall Dream sweet dreams in the smoke filled aftermath of new day dawning.