French Streets

Something about sunsets light fires in my soul. I don’t know if it’s the burst of colors or the fact that the sun is literally kissing the Earth goodnight, but I do know that it makes me feel inspired. It makes me want to pause everything and keep time in this lull that it creates. The sky changes it’s hue every fifteen minutes. It starts with a bright orange that changes the atmosphere into a fiesta, the crazy shades of orange are bright and dance across the grass and trees. The breeze creates a fast, feisty chime, and then there is a pinkish tone. A feel of romance takes over the party, everything slows...down...to...a….stop.

It feels like Paris, like a glass of wine as you cruise down the river between the French streets with your loved one. Or wild daisy’s found on the side of the road in full bloom. It gives you this sense of closeness. This is the time that one scoots closer to their partner as the temperature starts to drop slowly, the want for a warmth throughout your body that only your love can give you. A malve gradually overbears the atmosphere and allows you the chance to feel your person and not see them. You can tell their skin and eye color as the stars begin to twinkle within them, a sense of comfort. Arms wrap around each other as the crackling of the fire are the only sounds you can hear. Lightning bugs are dancing to the sounds of the earth, coming close to say hello, and then retreating in fear of being caught. Crickets set the mood with soft chirps that could make one melt. The fauna not allowing the night to take over yet, they aren’t ready for a steady slumber, not when they have an audience. The fairies of the night waltz under the towering gleam of the moonlight, a blue hue takes over and the warning to sleep is upon them, and yet they dance. They dance elegantly around us to allow them the want to please their loves. They want approval.

At last, the eerie sable of the night takes its pedestal in the sky. But, alas, a new identity is created as stars twinkle in the eyes of lovers under their covers staring up at them. The white of the full moon is now evident and everything is innocent, the dew in the grass makes it look like glass and the tree cast haunting shadows of worry over us. But we have each other. Your arms send a sense of security that I am so happy to receive. I allow the signals of my love to pour off me in waves that I pray crash unto the shores of your skin. Hold onto me love, for