Quietness around is broken by the croaking of the frogs, a train blowing its horn far off in the distance and the sudden bark of a dog.

For a moment those sounds mix and fit perfectly with each other. In perfect harmony, the perfect melody if you will.

Chill is in the light breeze pushing a few ambers away from the fire pit.

Peaceful it is.  Relaxing a bliss.

This is how memories are made. This is when the mind wonders into the abysmal darkness of the night, bringing back the words and thoughts that will turn into poems.