the night was clear as the full moon lit it up and all things were clear. the breeze was blowing softly with a dead cold to it. i could hear the crickets, chirping away. i lost track of time standing there doing absolutely nothing. suddenly, a breeze like any other one, blew passed me and i had goosebumps and hair stood behind my neck out of the blue. and the crickets stopped making noise. and i thought to myself, at that moment, it was the death of sound. total silence and for a slight moment, i thought the people talking, toned down.
then as fast as it came, the goosebumps went away and the crickets were back chirping again. it was either death itself or some unsettled soul seeking another host. damn, my mind’s playing tricks on me.
