It was a lovely night.
A dance with the breeze
that takes the place of your hand
and lifts the hair off of my neck.
The moon flirts with the twinkle of its
The light sky withdrawals into a royal blue,
like that of a plump blueberry.
More diamonds reveal themselves against the dark background.
The perfume of a bushel of roses tickles my nose
while the laughter of those I pass by echoed like an
So the day thus turns to night all the while my senses
absorb the elements of this Sunday stroll.