rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


On moonless nights the trees all but vanish. They can be discerned primarily as the parts of the darkness containing no stars. Only toward the west are the outlines of their shapes visible, and only on nights when there is sufficient moisture in the air to catch the lights from the shopping center three quarters of a mile away. When the air is dry, it reflects so little that their light is barely a faint paleness, and when the moon is bright, as well, its light overwhelms them. But tonight, I see that light like a false dawn beyond the trees. In all other directions, there is nothing, as though the world had mostly vanished, and my small remaining patch would soon follow it into oblivion.

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Fifteen

    Well, I did it again with the midnight napping thing. Even though I got to sleep before sunrise Tuesday, I still ended up short of sleep because I…

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Fourteen

    Monday was sunny but cool, and I've sat here for two hours nodding off without thinking of a singe pertinent thing to say. I've been very tired, and…

  • Reset Thirty-Five Day Thirteen

    Sunday got very, very wet. It was raining when I went to sleep around eight o'clock in the morning and raining when I got up around four o'clock in…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.