The Night Sky Is Painted Pink

The night sky is painted pink. The light from the highway has made its way between the clouds and cloaks the moon with a mellow glow. It is just cool enough to entice me to linger outside. The air is still but the crickets and cicadas play loudly. The fountain babbles like a background singer to this nocturnal score. The air conditioner rumbles awake from its sleep...disturbing the quiet. My cool cotton sheets are waiting for me, but I linger.   ~ymd