The Nighttime Sky.
I step out of the golden Chevrolet. I take a deep breath.
I smell the smells, of the nighttime sky.
Fresh cut grass. Newly bailed hay. And trees.
Those smells brought peace. Tranquility. And happiness.
A nice easy breeze blows my brown hair out of my face.
I wanted to cry. It made me so happy to see and smell the nighttime sky.
I walked the path. Smelled the flowers on the way. Looked at the sky once more. And before I knew it , the house was in front of me and I was home.

