It seems so right to sit
awake listening to the
frogs call out across
the pitch black. Their
music makes the moist
air feel alive dancing
with promises echoed
back again and again.
I can still feel the sun’s
warmth fading from the
concrete porch across
my legs and I close my
eyes, lost in that magic
of a summer evening,
but the loud hum of the
AC breaks the mood,
slicing the night
air open in a big
jagged breath.