rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Later

The perturbed night air twists and eddies, and is filled with the sound of dry leaves and the smell of wood smoke. Late summer has reclaimed the afternoons, for a while, but autumn keeps the nights. The cricket failed to chirp. Venus glows in the southwest, amid a scattering of twinkling stars. The waning moon will not rise for hours. It's easy to sense the approach of December. I stand watching the sky for a few minutes, and listening to the moans of the pines, and then I go indoors to make the teakettle whistle. It's going to be a very chilly night.
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