Late Nights
On nights such as these, laying here uncovered, skin enveloped by the cold brisk air flowing through the room, curtains flapping around as the wind softly lingers them away from the walls and back again. Nights such as these remind me of home, windows open, crickets chirping. I’ve forgotten peace like this, my mind is resting, as I stare into the blank ceiling, the only thing in my mind are how the wind is softly caressing every pore of my skin the smell of relaxing lavender incense as the overwhelming calmness of nature. The soft jazz in the background as the bass give a heavy beat and the piano soothes the soul. The clock slowly creeps towards the next minute the night becomes more in sync. Writing exercise #1: Write about your peaceful most treasured moments,describe your feelings as well as senses, show me what it feels like.
