The sun set hours ago, but it was still light and the birds of night came out, squawking in the grassy hills. The power station illuminated the forest below and the hills beyond. Hills we tobogen on, the hills we lay on for hours in the summer. The hill over there, with the bench…yeah..that one, is the one we sit on waiting for the sun to come up after a long ‘all nighter’. This is the hill I collect my thoughts and leave them with the trees below. The glow of the lights around that bend will keep them from haunting the darkness of my mind.