Night

The sun quickly shields itself behind a mass of mountains as night takes control of the sky. Diamonds twinkle heavenly upon that velvety, black cape as the moon, that ethereal orb, calls down to nature. The coyote howls, the owl hoots, and the trees creek as they shift upon their roots. While mothers lull their babies to sleep and children's minds dance with thoughts of all that is wonderfully imaginary. The graveyard, commonly envisioned at night, peacefully slumbers--souls comforted by their loved ones' tranquility. A lone artist flourishes by candlelight; a novel image suddenly grips his pen. A CEO savors his time to focus on all that was disregarded in the office, a life without the briefcase. Monsters and demons refrain from their taunting, for this night has disregarded them. Everything exudes its calm. The night has become harmonious, and the world is an orchestra of melodious peace. The man on the moon smiles as he conducts the last dip and wave of his baton.