Summer night

Summer night

I wake up in the gray-blue summer darkness. The rain whispers and rattles through the foliage of the beech trees outside the window. It’s that time of night when the shadows take unfamiliar forms. The last birds have stopped singing. The first ones have not yet begun. You’re on the side. Breathes deeply and calmly. Your strong body is summer dark against the white sheet. A narrow silver jewellery sparkles over your…