rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Quiet Night

Pastel house blanched by the moonlight line the street, blacked windows suggesting the lightless rooms void of occupants, or beds piled with winter blankets wrapping sleepers whose dreams I might imagine floating like the puffs of smoke which lately drifted from the now cold chimneys. My night world greets me with serenity, the day's croaking crows and twittering wrens gone to roost, the soft stars unobtrusive in their distance, the trees stilled from their earlier dance induced by the evening breeze. Now and then I hear a distant car navigating the nearly deserted roads, but nothing else stirs, not even a dog to bark at some passing phantom of the chilled air. In a while, the nightly breeze will return to coax a soft song from the pines, but this is the silent hour, and I walk to measure it with the soft sound of my footsteps, which only I can hear.
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