Mostly, things happen to us that we expect. Night surrenders to day; the slow illumination of dawn begins; the gradual crescendo to the noise of a bustling day. We've known it all before.
Night's surrender infects each of us: distorts, depending on our mood, transforms, depending on our experience.
Our nights always surrender to this budding of day.
Hahahaa! The budding of day? How very simplistic! How pathetically naive!
Nights don't surrender to the flowering of the light! They step back, perhaps, but never -ever - do nights surrender.
Night becomes invisible.
It becomes an empty stage. Noiseless. Ghost-ridden. Expectant.
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Great stuff, Drew. I'm really scared to turn in now...particularly tonight....... allocated to all souls... or more likely some pagan chicas. I hope it's not a trick; I need a treat right now.... perchance to dream......
Drew Martyn over 4 years ago
Thanks Neville. I hope you enjoy this, whatever it turns out to be. Sweet dreams!
Lisa Williams over 4 years ago
Really looking looking forward to this series Drew! Happy writing X
Drew Martyn over 4 years ago
Thank you Lisa, I hope you enjoy it, wherever it goes :)