I sit outside listening to the sounds of the night. The wind rustling the leaves in the trees, the lonesome whistle of a train as it passes by. I watch a spider slowly spinning its web near the light. A symphony of dogs howling as they hear a siren in the distance,long before it reaches my ear. A doe and her fawn as they silently disappear into the meadow across the road. I long for the first rays of sunlight,when I shall return home and see the sweet smiling face of my grandson as he slumbers in his crib,secure in the comfort of our love.