As dusk descends, I sip ice tea and sway back and forth on my porch swing. The cicadas buzz, while the heat of the day hangs onto every bit of remaining light. Another day ends and it’s one I’m glad to send into the past. Filled broken things and people who don’t care, my island becomes smaller as my lifeboat sails further out to sea.
A deep breath is all I need.
A fews moments of peace is what I crave.
The moon is the only one that understands. Every evening it rises with an ethereal glow that calmly asks the world to stop, rest, and sleep. For with the night everything slows down and the struggles of the day fade into black. For this I am grateful as I close my eyes and find my dreams.
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