December 13th, 2009


Passing the Night

Once the rain ends a quiet falls, except for the dripping of the trees. Swirls of mist and fog pass, and my feet tread a softened carpet of fallen leaves which, in their sodden state, no longer make an autumnal crunch. The night air smells of damp wood and grass, and porch lights glaze the wet pavement. The only moonlight so far tonight is what little the persistent clouds filter and spread among themselves.

It's a perfect December night, chilly but not freezing. Later the clouds might break, and tomorrow there could be a bit of sun. But now it's going on midnight, and I want to enjoy the dark tranquility. I'm going outside to walk up and down the driveway and squish the leaves some more.

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