Emberwood Moon Says

Golden gaze took in the waning hour. As the stars and the moon hinted along teh grass. Sparkling like broken glass. Soft footfalls, quietier than even the world around. And for a moment, Etienne simply breathed. One breath, two breaths, three. Taking in the cold, blowing out the warm.

A gentle closing of eyes. Taking a moment to simply mingle in the silence. He wondered if he was quiet enough, could the silence simply take him. Because he was exhausted.