It already feels like midnight here, in Mayberry. Peering through the window, into the vantablack mysterium, my eyes roam, to and fro, wishing that the darkness would brighten, only a touch, so that I could watch for wild things. But the darkness prevails, denying my eyes the pleasure of gazing upon its mystery.

There’s just something about this night; something I could absolutely fall in love with. I don’t know what that something is, or how it came to be, but that’s the enigmatic nature of love, I suppose. Being unable to see anything, I can see everything I please; Reality as beautiful as it was when two small boys ran, rough and tumble, through my life. The story plays like a movie against the backdrop of darkest night. I cannot stop smiling.

Thank You, Lord, for giving me those most precious days that I have ever known.❤️