I take one last inhale at the close of this day.
The icy branches reflect a repetitive traffic signal on the vacant street below.
It’s time is being kept by the twinkling of the stars.
The winds breath is slow and gentle now.
I am comforted.
Alone, my heart still shifts to a smile.
The moon sings her lullaby,
-The painting is by Ray Hendershot, it's called, Working Late. click on the picture to see the link.