Enigmatic Thoughts

The Stars dimmed their luminous lights, the sky became a dirty black, and all I remember seeing was the wide variety of colors the buildings gave out. Both artificial and natural lights nourished the sky. The crickets were my Paul Chambers for that night, an orchestra only heard in the wee hours of the night. The leaves wrestling each other made more harmonic sounds, sounds added to what was already a masterpiece. I have never experienced such serenity in my life. Everything around me became one, the rock and the tree were both brothers.