Georgia Peach

It is a peacefull night. The only sounds I can hear are that of the birds winding down as the night creeps upon this small, quiet town in Georgia. There is no traffic, no noise, just the warm in the air and the love that I have for this place.
The moon is nothing, but a white haze as the clouds pass by gently over head. The trees are still and tall with pride, for there is not even the slightest breeze. Everything seems so still. It is as if it has become the "calm before the storm", but where is the storm? There is not a single rain drop in sight. Nothing, but the smell of Georgia pine, freshly cut grass, and a fine ending to a fine evening.
All and all, it is a good night. I cannot wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Peace-
Ash