~My Moonlit Walk~

I slipped out the door, keys in my pocket, my dog's leash in hand. 

I wandered down the street, to the right of my house. 

Another right up the street, then I crossed the road and started to run.

I began running for the sake of Penny, my dog, she's a young little thing and needs lots of energy expelled. 

She ran perfectly alongside me, and when I slowed, she would adjust her pace as quickly as she started. What a great companion. 

We got to the top of the hill, and slowed to a walk. 
As I absentmindedly strolled along, my thoughts no longer stayed with where I was going and what I was doing, but wandered to the amazing sky above me. 
Good thing I knew the route that I was taking by heart. 


As I left the house, the sky was mostly yellow, no, almost golden, 
but the longer I walked, the darker it became. 
The side of the sky with the setting sun was a fading yellow, 
and the opposite side, with the moon,
was turning a periwinkle color. 
Although the sky was fairly light, the moon shone a blinding white. 
I kept walking, pondering things. 
Somehow, I think the cold, brisk air helps me think. 


Thoughts run through my mind like they are playing a game of tag. 
I wonder, if I'll ever be a writer that can conjure up a picture in a readers' mind.
If I'll ever be able to write like my favorite authors. 
I practice, by saying what I'm see over and over in my head. 


Periwinkle skies turn to lavender, indigo, to dark blue. 
The yellow part of the sky changed to match  the periwinkle part, which is now darkening. 
Naw, scratch that. Hmm.....
As I saw the colors change, I could picture the world turning, the yellow part disappears, and the light blue part moves over. A dark blue section comes into play, as the moon seems to brighten.  
Nope....well...maybe...I dunno...
My eyes shift from the magnificent sky above me, to the sparkling ground below my surprisingly warm feet. I love the crunch of the frosty grass underneath my feet, it sounds a bit like the crisp autumn leaves, but with a hint of winter snow. Perhaps a mix of the two; fallen leaves and cold white snow. The sidewalk and grass, and everything that lays on the groung seems to glow with a thousand tiny shards of glass, or little stars, that have fallen from the heavens.
I shiver, for the wind chills me as it nips through the tiny holes in my knitted sweater. 
I see a car pull up in front of me, but on the same side of the street. Feeling a bit wary, I cross the street, careful not to slip on the glistening ice. Penny trots beside me and then breaks into a run as we hit the grass in the middle of the cul-de-sac that holds our neighborhood's mailbox. I dig the keys out of my pocket and retrieve the mail from our box. 
After walking a few more minutes, I cross the street, back to my house. By the time I return home, the sky is almost completely dark. My hands sting with the cold, and my nose feels perpetually frozen. I grab the icy doorknob, and turn it. 
I come inside, take the leash off my dog, and slip off my boots. 
My vest is hung back on it's hook and I make my way up the stairs. I wash my hands with warm water, to try and revive the warmth that I know is there, just invisible. The water stings, though I know it's not that hot. 
I get a drink of water, then sit down at the table. 
I pick up my pencil and a fresh piece of paper, and begin to write...