The moon floated and drifted through the night, landing in my thoughts, on my dreams, upon my face, its loving shine so awakening and tranquilizing. It was the first time in a long time my soul felt at peace, the restlessness finally fading after days, perhaps weeks of that constant turmoil feeling, a storm had been brewing inside, it’s hunger insatiable while contained in any four-walled structures. I walked and walked and walked, alone and silent; my high heels softly crunching the newly fallen leaves was the only sound around for miles. The dew grew in size and solidity, becoming more pure as I trudged on, beginning to soak me through. The streetlights showed off their presence as I waned in and out of the shadows along the barren streets. Peace and tranquility, something I had almost forgotten existed has finally returned into my life, into my soul. And for that, I am eternally grateful to the mist and to its silence…♥