the soul at dawn is like darkened water
that slowly begins to say thank You, thank You.
for a week now, the nightblooming jasmine has been blooming. at night, it seems like the property pulses with its own silent rave to the fragrance. early each morning in the dark when i let the little beasts out, it is jump, lick, jump, lick, breathe, breathe and (yes!) breathe.