Wind At Night...

Sometimes, when I can't stand the dark loneliness of the night, I open my windows, let the cool breezes make their way through the house and listen to the messages my wind chimes have to pass along

. They dance to the dictates of the wind and tell stories in unknown voices of many whom I never knew. They come to me just on the edge of sleep and in a low murmur. Nothing makes sense to me, but at least, I know I am not alone and I'm sure they feel better...having someone to tell their stories to...
I listen for a long while then...Sorry...I dose off...