2021/10/1 #poetry Sometimes, before the sky transitions into dusk, the shadows lay down long, as if getting ready to go to sleep. Sometimes, before the moon comes into view, as the stars begin to appear, there is a moment where the day has been washed away and the night seems to just be waiting, ready to begin. Sometimes, before I must return, while in the quiet stillness, I let the world just be, just what it is.