peaceful night

[darkoshi]

It is warm outside, but pleasant. Not hot and stuffy like it gets inside.

Sitting on the slope of the concrete driveway,
its stored heat radiating into my legs where I sit.
A sweet scent from the juniper to my right.
The bright overhead shine of the streetlight.
The twinkling lights of the city ahead of me.
Gentle sounds of cricket song surrounding me.

The wood fence on the side affords me privacy,
lets me feel comfortable
sitting out there in the open
where no one is likely to see.

And then I go back inside.

Where is my life-force?
My heart?
My spirit?

I feel like I am just a body,
a brain,
with no purpose,
no zest.