Taking a deep breath,
Breathing in the still night air
Cool and wet, damp on my arms,
Hanging a misty gray halo around the moon.
Feeling the cool concrete roughness
Under my feet, under my legs
Clicks, whirs, night sounds poke the silence
Clean breezes brush across my face.
As I walk the slippery rock path down between the trees
Further towards the water,
Dim branches scrape my legs
Small eyes see me
Small bodies run from my steps.
Crunching tires
Passing headlights up the nearby hillside road
Frog plops and flapping wings warn me
Water murky green.
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