The soft glow of my bedside lamp illuminates the room dimly, Unable to sleep I lay here in bed listening to the sounds of a late winter early spring night. The glow of the moonlight through the window allows me to watch the trees shift and sway in the breeze. I lay there waiting for it, the sound that slows my mind and lets me relax and finally sleep. There it begins with a low quiet whoosh like a fan being turned on low, then it softens to a whisper before roaring through like a semi on a freeway. I look at the clock and think drowsily, yup right on time as I snuggle further under my blankets. As if it's a train on a schedule there was the midnight wind blowing through.
