Blossoming life ~ My Sacred Life Day 2

I stood at my back door at midnight. The haunting calls of the waterfowl echoed up from the lake. A gentle breeze caressed my face and I looked up into the indigo sky. Then I noticed, my tree is starting to bud. Tiny leaves were fluttering in the breeze. I took a blanket and a pillow and I layed underneath a canaopy of limbs and buds and communed with midnight.