It's been awhile since I sat out at night and drank passion tea and listened to Nature; the stillness, the slow down, the patience, the rustle of the trees in the faint wind, the smell of the Earth and dirt and wood. My pup is acting frantic and the noises of the cars in the background are making my heart hurt. The street lamp across the street keeps turning on and off, I forgot how it always did that. Im staring at the tree my dad planted last night and for some reason, it's giving me a lot of hope for the future. I just heard the first cricket of the night and a bat just flew about five feet above my head, in front of me.The moon is hiding behind the trees, wanting her so badly to come down and kiss me goodnight. My eyes are tired, my bones are achy, I'm cold and hungry. I'm trying to get my lust for life back and Nature is my guide.