A full, peaceful cool air of calm rests heavy under the
motionless gaze of darkness. Stars watch on from above with bright eyes.
Crickets gossip amongst each other secret songs from the shelter of thick,
green blades of grass bowed down under their loads of heavy dew. The smell of fresh-cut
hey drifts along slowly and sweetly. Fireflies spark excitedly in the darkness.
A heavy calm rests everywhere. Even the moving and living life of night seems
to understand the essence of the moment, that seizing the day can mean calmly
enjoying the poetry that dances in the heart of the mundane whir of evening
crickets, to the rustling hum of wind in leaves, to the feel of cool wet grass
on bare-feet. Seizing the day sometimes
means being content for a few deep breaths.
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