rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Goodnight Moon.

Tonight, the way the moon is shining trough the clouds, it looks like a big grin at the end of a vortex of light. Cool.

And about three o'clock this morning, the still night was disturbed by a strange, vagrant windstorm which lasted for no more than two minutes. A rattling of dry leaves, twigs smacking against the windows, a booming in the chimney, the house creaking; then, back to silence. Something new. An engaging surprise.
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