Silent night

My windows are open. There is a near-tangible Stillness in the crisp air. The hard drive hums, an ice cube snaps, and, somewhere in the blackness, an alley cat yowls sharply.

Then: nothing.
Even Lilly slips by quietly on padded paws, saying nothing to break the night's silence.

I cannot see, but imagine an Icy White Holy Moon sitting hanging gazing in the Ink-stained Old Midnight Sky. I don't look, but imagine Shiny Slick Dew Frost on green green grass in open fields of my mind. A shadow cast tree holds perfectly motionless in the calm nothing night. It's holding its breath till dawn.

And so am I.