It had grown quite cold,
Cold enough to freeze the clouds.
Clouds frozen enough to shatter.
Shattered shards of cloud falling,
Falling, pulled by gravity.
Gravity calling the cloud shards to reassemble.
Reassembled clouds blanket the ground.
Ground's blanket muffles sound,
Sound of cloud pieces calmly message-
Message the restless spirit.
Spirits of Bacchus fill the glass.
Glass caresses lips, spirit fills body.
Body warms, mellows, balance.
Balanced speakers echo notes.
Notes reverberate essence.
Essence floats free.
Free, ethereal-
sleep

The weekend was GOOD!