Moonbeams reflect rays off my window.
I open it then lean through it looking down as it glistens on the pond below.
Crickets chirp, frogs croak, and for a moment there is serene tranquility.
I breathe it in enjoying moments passing as the wind tosses my hair at my face.
Then lean back in, turning away, stumbling to slumber before the sun wakes me.
Angela K. Crandall