@mahclani
The nights have been getting colder. For most, this time of evening people have gone to their homes to enjoy the warmth and coziness of it. However for you. This type of weather is growing to be nostalgic for you. To the time back in the temple when the bitter colds of winter welcomed your ever morning. Sometimes along a parade of fresh snow.
This time of year however, wasn’t the time for snow but it was the time of change and rebirth. Trees reaching their horizon and turning the same hues of the setting suns and in due time follow the bleakness of winter.
You breath in deeply, feeling the bite of the air in your nose as you let out a happy sigh. You didn’t have a destination but your ambling have led you to a small part of the lakeside park that while comfortable in its own darkness, had on its opposite the yellow glow of city light. A light that reminded you yet again of Sparrow’s Roost.
You walk to the shore and take your shoes off, soaking your tired feet in the ebb and flow of the cold lake water. Another sigh leaving your lips.
“Nights like this are perfect no?”
You call out, not needing to close your eyes but feeling the presence of another near you. An aura of tranquility not unlike your own.