*
some nights
I soothe restlessness
vacating the house
for a brisk walk
.
until steps get
few and slower
I may stargaze
or understand at once
those leaves shaking
in the dark torpor
.
I may turn to catch
the light patter of
my shadow born
under the moon
.
.
.
.
.
annamosca 
this is lovely. and for me a sweet reminder of the ability to shift energy into fresh aired nighttime meditation.
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True Beth, I made it an habit. Fresh aired nighttime meditation, nice definition!
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