The turning

[Darktouch]

It was cold, last night as i sat alone, the smoke from my pipe wafting away on the wind that blew bitter and wet from the southeast. The night had a soft, caressing quality as nights in New England do, it wraps you, tenderly like a lover, whispering its soft seduction in your ear, begging you to come, travel on it, share its secrets. see its mystery uncoaked and laid bare before you. See HER mystery, naked, and let her see yours , take her and be taken by her.
Travel the night with me?