On A Pier

I opened the glass door
To feel the cool wind brushing against me
Going further into the room
Only to turn around
And nudge me forward
To take a walk
Out towards the adjoining lake.

With each step I took
I noticed how the blades of grass
Meticulously worked hand in hand
To wipe the dirt on my running shoes.
I smiled to myself
At this cool option of shoe wash
And decided to take the stroll.

As the wind continued to swirl around me
I hugged myself for warmth
Gaping at the dark silhouettes of the oak trees
Standing tall above me
Dancing with the wind.
As they enjoyed each other's company
I kept going towards the lake.

When I reached the shore
I watched the water glimmer silently
Like a black satin sheet
With silver sparkles of the moon.
I noticed a wooden pier
Tempting me to drown
Into the dark waters.

I treaded towards the seemingly unending bridge
That was cloaked in the mist.
Every step on the hard wooden frame
And the creak I heard
Still made me wonder
If I was not walking on the clouds
High up in the sky.

I was on the edge.
I sat down to become a part of the stillness.
The water below was at my hand's reach.
The big moon was the only one staring at me.
She showed me everything she saw.
I saw them too.
The beauty of the night.

I let my bare feet dangling.
The light ripples that it caused
Went through me
Washing away the coldness
And lighting warmth inside me.
It was a perfect moment
To sit quietly beside a friend.