Night is that shadow
without a moon;
the sun has slipped
over the horizon
to lands I cannot see.
Even the sounds of
the night are changed.
Bird song is muted,
Wind whispers around
corners and down streets.
Traffic avoids the rush
and splash of the day.
Curtains pulled against
the cold soften sounds
outside and in. The creaks
of the building settling
for the night tells me
that I’m not the only
one showing my age,
“It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.”
~ Stephen King, novelist
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