Prompt 6: Ideal Day

I walk in silence, no roaring in the sky but night air: s t i l l n e s s 

I take off my sweater to feel the cool air, I’m in the backyard, hearing the tang of the birdcalls. I swear they must be singing to me, exclaiming how beautiful the night is and questioning if I smell the water as I near it.

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