You know that time of the day, where the sun has just gone down,
Where the clouds are ablaze with pink and orange, like someone went up to them with a paint brush and lightly painted the white clouds.
Where the colors start to fade, orange, pink, and then the blue sky.
Then the sky starts to turn a light shade of gray.
Where the minuets pass and its already dark out.
The sky then black as can be.
But wait, a small light up there flickers on, then another, and another.
Until the whole night sky is lit up with them.
And then there is the moon.
Softly shining among the stars, providing just enough light to see the clouds around it.
They shift and move slowly across the sky, off to somewhere else.
That’s my favorite time.
Laying outside in the open, the crickets chirping happily among the grass around me.
I look up to the sky to count the stars.
I spot some of the constellations above.
I sit and think about life, what I am going through, what you are going through, what the world is going through.
But at the end of thinking about everything, all I want is to share what I am seeing right now with you.
I want you sitting next to me, pointing out your favorite stars.
I want to ask you things.
I want to hear your voice, your laugh.
I want my hand in yours, oh how it fits so perfect.
I want you.
This time of the day, where the stars are out and the moon is bright.
Where the crickets chirp, and where the river flows gently near by.
Where reality gets mixed up with myths.
This is my time of the day.
