Attire for midnight breath

     So would I be extremely odd if I sat outside in
my white cotton night clothes? Hmm. Probably
but just need the pressure of the cooling evening
sky to pull my soul to rest or to a calming point.

     Only hope that I don't look silly. That the calming
of soul to spirit causes the explaination to appear
sane. Is that possible?

    Hmm. Twirling in the room as I take note of the
need of slacks. Denims slide upon limbs and out
I go.

     The note of hair cascading down in the oddest of
displays. Do I care? No. Enjoying my breath outside.
Where I feel the most comfortable.

     Softly there is a change of lighting in the darkened
sky. Opening my eyes I watch as the changes appear
and shift.

    A smile sits carefully upon my freckled face as I
listen to some music from my Ipod. The scents in the
air are overwhelmed by the draws of mandarin
oranges and vanilla infused with brazil nuts. Hmm.

   So glorious the paleness shines. I lean over my
iron railing to absorb my soul into the darkness.
Certain I don't fade. I am sure if you were here I
would stick out fairly well.

   Not an intention to draw away from the beauty of
the evening but join it. Ah I hope that is acceptable.

   My natural gift of joy that radiates throughout my
soul, shining out of my stormy gray blue eyes. I
know you cannot see me but if you could, would you
look or walk away?

   Oh it matters not. Just enjoy this grand midnight
light. Feel the coolness upon your skin and hope that
somewhere your little sister is wanting to say hello.

   So smile with me as I enjoy my few more minutes
in Jehovah's wonderfully creative evening. I hope
tomorrow brings great joy and lots of tiny surprises.
Perhaps even intertwined with laughter and lots of
silliness. Would that be grand?

    So dear one, if you are still awake come breathe
with me in the midnight sky.