An Owl can be heard in the distant forest, the only sound heard in this darkness.
I sit by the window choosing a book to read, perhaps Edgar Allan Poe, and surrender myself to the mood of the night.
Sleep doesn’t come easy tonight and I see shadows in the darkness and yet I do not fear the night. I know that dreams come to us after midnight and often I give in and write the stories they bring.
Morning is near, the spirits hide in the shadows and I can see the light coming across the fields and forest. I put down my pencil and ponder the words that I have written. I do know they are stories of the night!!!