Sunday, January 15

Night's Chill

I sat and watched the rain pour from my window.
The sound, a bit like music, created and conducted by the winds howling outside.
The leaves, lonely reminders of warm days past, were beating a rhythm of their own against the glass. I looked out to watch the swirling clouds racing across the moon. A dance of nature that never fails to inspire awe.

I lit a roaring fire and settled down to write.