March 26, 1998


The air is mild but the wind blows strong and a cool breathe of serenity sweeps past persuading me to leave the safety of my bed. The window is wide open and where stars usually exist are blankets of clouds moving at a steady pace. These are the times that I cherish, that I hold onto as long as possible. I am putting off sleep for nature.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist