Matthew Lickona 11:49 p.m., Dec. 10
The innocence of the moonlights reflection on the leaves, as the soft wind caressed my face brought a smile to my heart. A reminder that the night was embracing all that was tender and loving. A breeze that spoke to you ,while it refreshed your hair and reflected the moonlight. The need to capture your thoughts. Moonlight touched with a softness without distraction. Time is innocent with its interaction with the breeze and the moonlight.