Bad Night

BAD NIGHT’

Mountain winds are howling through the spreading arms of the old Ponderosa pine.

My senses refuse to shut down as the unfamiliar noises of shutters banging and objects falling fill the air.

The fullness of the moon has every living thing on edge.

Being creatures of the woods connects our heartbeats.

The elements bring our focus in line… this is turning out to be a Bad Night.