©2011 Mika Star
Hanging in the sky, the moon shown liquid silver over the blackened waters of midnight looking like an enormous spotlight waiting for me to divulge my inner most thoughts of the events that had taken place that day.
My whispers into the wind became visible in the chill of the air as the secrets, otherwise held within me, drifted into the unknown.
Wrapping my unbuttoned coat tighter around my torso, I forced myself up from where I was sitting on the dock. Turning from the water, my thoughts drifted to lighted windows, a soft bed and hot coffee at sunrise.