The alternating rhythm of the crickets summer anthem beat like a metronome against the backdrop of a clear sky with a full moon as its only adornment.
Our woods can hardly contain the cacophonous symphony.
The North star holds us in place and his heart beats with mine as one. Our hands touch and with one look at each other we quietly tuck this memory away for the winter nights that are months away.
Your words absolutely made me feel like I was there. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you! It felt magical.
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