As I look out my window I see stars glistening in the moonlight. sprinkled with the street lights. I hear my client in the garage smoking his cigarette.

Its calming and refreshing to see the snow. sparkle. dark lines of houses, the footsteps of people getting up in the morning. The sound of the pan sizzling to make pancakes.

Refreshing is the night as I look at the mound of paperwork. I think back over the night the cleaning, the catching up on my e-mails. The poetic happenings. Refreshing is this night as it becomes day.

Kimberly (Strothman) Anderson

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