The moon so bright in the early morning. The wind in her sails pushing her forward. She walks, her steps one constant rhythm forming music in a pitch of their own. She moves so swift the day getting brighter with each step. Her mind quiet, the worry of the day disappears with each breath of air. It enters her lungs with a cold chill. The crunch of the leaves the occasional car going by, then quiet. the wind making no noise but the russel of the tree fluttering in the wind. The steps stop, the trees release their grip on the world. The cars vanish takeing their noise with them. For all is calm and all is right, continue with your path and it will be alright. The day is new and right for the world is quiet here.