A Special Place at Night

Sometimes at night I sit in our back yard, when the neighborhood is very quiet. If it is cool no air conditioners are roaring, and the sounds of children at play have long been translated into their deep sighs of slumber. A full moon provides simpler, more reverent light, and my cat slowly winds his way around my legs, occasionally leaning on me long enough to reassure himself that I am still there, to cater to his whims.