I stand alone. The cool wind twirls around my ears playfully as I stand in the glow of a street-light. The silence is soothing, broken occasionally by the rustling of palm leaves or the distant bark of a dog marking its territory. Rippled clouds shroud the moon. It is indeed a lovely night. My troubled day is forgotten as I seek to enjoy this moment, a passing whisper between the Earth and infinity. Shadows eat walls, rodents scuttle conspicuously, dust settles around me. There is a word I’m searching for, to encapsulate this feeling. I struggle but it doesn’t come to me. Maybe I’ll make one up.

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