Posted Tuesday December 13
A thousand sparkling diamonds encrust a jet black sky. Icy particles on the grass beneath my feet glisten in the eerie light of a shimmering silver moon. I should sleep. But if I did I would be deprived of this secret miracle of nature.
A distant hoot of a night owl breaks the silence, and a rabbit darts hither and thither on its zig-zag route. The green eyes of a fox stare straight into mine as it stands motionless, balanced on three legs. A moth flutters around a lamp.
If I were asleep, the world of the night would carry on regardless. I would be unaware of it. It would be unaware of me.
Eyes heavy, legs leaden, I reluctantly wend my weary way home. I open wide the curtains and lay on my bed looking out through frozen panes of glass to the place I’ve just discovered.
It will have gone when I wake. The calm of the night replaced by the bustle of the day.
And so to sleep wishing I was a creature of the night.
Wishing, sleeping, dreaming.
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Nice reflective piece Keith, captured the contrast of night life compared to daytime. Good work.
ReplyDeleteVery kind of you Iain
Deletelovely tale, Keith :)
ReplyDeleteSo glad you liked it ladylee
DeleteThis is absolutely moving. Love it! Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! A dreamy, feel good story. I enjoyed!
ReplyDeletePleased you liked it PJ
DeleteI felt the hush and it reminds me to slow down in this busy season.
ReplyDeleteHighly recommended! Thanks Arvilla
DeleteLovely story I almost come to love the night Beautiful
ReplyDeleteA merry christmas Keith
...and to you Marja
DeleteLovely response Keith and I like the use of the word "wend" I don't think it gets used enough...
ReplyDeleteThere are so many lovely words out there which have fallen into disuse.Thanks Michael.
DeleteBeautifully dreamy. I like this.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this...well done! Nicely pointed out, the things that are happening at night while we sleep.
ReplyDeleteWe have the pleasure of experiencing both ....to a certain degree.
I have always loved the magic of the night world as opposed to the busy workings of day. You wrote this beautifully, I know exactly how it felt!
ReplyDeleteWow! That was absolutely lovely, Keith. I was there - I could feel it, taste it, hear it.
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