I remember...

I remember going through a faze where I would keep the ladder by the roof and climb up it at night with a sheet to lie on the tiles that were still warm from the day. The air would still be heavy with moisture yet broken by wafts of cool night breezes. I would listen to the crickets as the stars began to peek out from the darkness. The night noises would begin- the chooks quietening down for the evening on their roosts and the scurry of the possums in the trees. I remember their red eyes as they were caught in the spotlight. The soft thud of nature rearranging herself: pine needles falling, leaves dancing, bark catching twigs on it's fall, crows finally silenced by the night. The peace of movement in the noctornal bush.