This evening I sat on the front porch after work and stared out into the dark night, lit up by the glow of the moonlight, allowing my eyes adjust to the dark sky. The coolness of a light breeze brushes over my skin, and the hair on my bare arms rise as a shiver works its way up my back. I watch the bats swoop above my head and catch a glimpse of a couple of geese flying over the treetops.
The utter beauty of this evening engulfs me. I sit quietly, just absorbing the beauty of the night that surrounds me. I somehow feel a big part of it, as if its been kind enough to let me in on some of its secrets, and I feel humbled as I sit in awe of nature itself. What can't nature cure?