Day 2

Night Air

Cold night air pours through the cracks
Of window panes and door frames.
Whisps of cradling frost
Shiver up and down the spine
Making me feel alive.
Wait until the eve of night
Until the coldness is darkness
Until it becomes your core.
Roll down the windows
Scream up to the moon.
Embrace the night air.
Dance in the wet grass.

Let go.


Breathe in.

Breath out.