With windows open
The breathless whisper of leaves
Carries through cool air
The porch light beckons
Sallow moths, beating pale wings
To rattle the screen
Day Thirteen Prompt: Off-prompt. Thought about waking up at my sister’s house in the middle of the night after a drunken night out. This was pre-kids for both of us, so the house was generally quiet except for one or two familiar sounds.