Late at night.

Late night. It’s nice. But then, I like all kinds of time. Doesn’t matter. Day or night. All time seem special. Maybe that’s an indication that I’m in love. With time. Though proclaiming that I want to forget time. Awareness of time reminds me that time is running out. That’s an unpleasant thought.  But still, time is endless. As long as I’m alive to appreciate time. I have the late night. All to myself. Though something is speaking to me. Yes, it's the wind. Therefore, it is not a silent night. Just as well. The wind is soothing. Just what I need. To be lulled to sleep. Late at night. By Mother Nature’s lullaby. -Jim Broede