...skeins of mist like translucent silk, bending and unbending in the headlight tunnels...

... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...

...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...

...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...

At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices.

...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...