In the golden night it was quiet, still and peaceful. Stars shone like diamonds in the night sky, there bright glow illuminating onto the earth below.

Tall trees stood proud, their foliage rich and thick. A small owl sat on a branch surveying all around him, his sharpe gaze looking around for his next meal.

Back on the ground a woman appeared, she was dressed in a thick knee length coat the colour of maple syrup, her skin a rich caramel colour and her hair, long and flowing was dark in colour.

It wasn’t odd to see her, she was a regular at this time of night. The owl and the trees, even the still of the night seemed to welcome her.

She was not sad or happy. Nor angry or jealous, she was, simply put, content. She enjoyed this time of the night, the stillness and the quiet in an otherwise busy and hectic life.

She inhaled deeply, the fresh air ticking her senses. She had no idea of the time, only that it was late and that most people, including that of her wife and daughter were fast asleep. Tucked safely in their respective beds.

She wouldn’t stay long, she never did, but every night when the stars shone like gold she would come to this very spot and breathe.

Just breathe.

The moment was not hers to own or command but still, for a few brief moments, she asked to bare witness to such.

And occasionally, if she was lucky enough the earth would welcome her and allow it.

Like tonight.

In the golden glow of the night, tonight, for the very briefest of moments it was hers.