A night in the garden

After giving a good feeding to the blossoming plants with Neptune's Harvest, I lit the candles in the garden. I started a small fire in the outdoor pit, and sat back to enjoy our labors. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the approaching dusk. The candles twinkled in the trees, the birds made their way back to their nests. The creeping cats began their nightly wanderings. The neighborhood took on it's evening shift, hushed tones drifted from the darkening houses. Night overcame us. The deep violet night embraced us with cool arms, I held the hand of my love and tried to remember this feeling. I tried to forget the heaviness of my heart, the loss of my students and friends. As I write, a cool breeze just kissed my face. Before my children's paternal grandfather crossed the threshold, I asked him to let us agree on a sign. A way to be sure I didn't miss his help. We decided on a light breeze, a kiss of wind. As I typed my sadness, a sweet breeze entered the open window. A smile crept across my lips, a silent song rang in my heart. A night in the garden is as helpful as a day in the garden...