There I sat in silence listening to the conversations of the night as the wind whispered through my screened window. At night while all the world is dreaming their best dreams, I sat up and listened to the sounds that would create the words I write or the stories I desire to tell.
Tonight I listen as cars pass through the street faster than their limit. Music blaring out of a car’s windows. A female’s laughter filling the air and the sound of my fingers pressing on the keyboard.
As I listen I think. I think of all the love stories I have yet to create and all the pain that sits within me. As I write I listen as the night transforms into a mysterious world of life, love and laughter.