the sky was layered with white last night. a full moon behind clouds. mist in the air. the streets and the trees were silver. i miss out on the most beautiful summer nights because of my irrational fear of bats. and i realized last night when i forced myself to take edgar out, just what i've been missing. balmy air and a warm mist. crickets and frogs non-stop. an august background. the night itself was alive. and it distracted me somewhat from the constant dread of the flapping of bats (just writing that has me in a pre-hyperventilating state). i wanted to stay on the porch swing and soak it all in. a summer's worth. a year's worth even. but i think last night was the first step. i'll go out again, maybe tonight, and fill myself with the beauty of august nights and a summer moon.
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