A few days ago I wrote a 50-word story about a lamp post! I wish I’d had Dale’s picture to accompany it. If you’re interested, it’s HERE!
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A thousand sparkling diamonds encrust a jet black sky. Snow beneath my feet glistens in the eerie light of a shimmering silver moon.
The hoot of an owl breaks the silence. A fox stands motionless, one paw raised, green eyes staring into mine. A moth flutters ’round a lamp, a bat swoops by.
Eyes heavy, I reluctantly wend my way home.
Throwing open the curtains, I gaze out at the bewitching world I’ve just discovered.
It’ll be gone when I wake, the night’s calm replaced by the bustle of the day.
And so to sleep, wishing I was a creature of the night.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Dale for the photo.
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Lovely!
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Thanks so much Sadje.
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Very evocative Keith. I’m too old to be a creature of the night now. I need my sleep!
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I’m the opposite – the older I get the less I sleep and I like nothing more than having a stroll in the early hours with just the sound of the sea for company!
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Dear Keith,
Love the atmosphere. Well done, sir.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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That’s kind of you Rochelle, thanks so much.
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Wonderfully atmospheric
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Thank you so much Neil.
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Jings, that was wonderfully poetic!
What happened to you, Keith?
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Thanks CE. Do you think I should have counciling?
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Oh, Keith, never ask a question unless you know the answer!
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Pretty sure we all know the answer to that question….
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When I was growing up in the city, we could stay out until the street lights came on. No such thing out here in the burbs. Nice story.
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I seem to recall something similar myself Denise! Thank you.
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Your word paintbrush was full of wonderful things in this one, Keith. Made me want to go for a walk in the dark, but it’s raining and a bit chilly. Maybe tomorrow.
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That’s so kind of you Linda. Tomorrow night it is then!
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It doesn’t hurt to wish. There’s a lot to be said for the stillness of the night. Now I’m thinking of that song from The Phantom of the Opera.
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…now you come to mention it! Cheers Lisa.
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🙂
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Had I known… I would have let you have the image 😉
However, what you did here was wonderful. I was strolling along with you in the peaceful quiet of the night.
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Hindsight is a wonderful thing! Thanks for your company Dale.
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Always a pleasure, Keith!
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Sorry, that noise was me laughing at the moth story. Brilliant! Just brilliant.
And today, such poetic prose. Beautiful.
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Haha, you’re forgiven Jenne! Glad you enjoyed it/them!
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A sparkling vivid picture of night life and night critters. Daylight washes out such beauty. Beautifully written Keith.
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It does indeed. Thanks so much Dora
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This read like a song hummed under one’s tone, sleepily awake, dreamily in the zone. Lovely!
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Thanks for your lovely comment Na’ama.
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🙂
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That was great.
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Thank you so much.
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It is a different world, sometimes i wouldn’t mind exploring at night but i get sleepy, too.
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Try it Mimi, just once!
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Now I want to be a creature of the night. You really gave it life K!
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Go for it Tannille! Chees!
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The night has a different sight & things look less eerie when there is light.
He is so enamored that he wants to be a creature of the night!
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That’s exactly what I hoped to convey. Thanks so much Anita.
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You made me wish I was there, walking through the snow in the quiet of night.
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So very atmospheric. Really well done!
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Thank you so much Sandra.
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This is lovely – you really conjured up the feeling.
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Thanks so much Liz.
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A wistful and lyrical reflection, vivid and visual.
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Thanks so much for your kind words.
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gone are the days when you can walk out at night in peace. now you worry about being mugged. 🙂
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A good point! I’ll carry a baseball bat in future!
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I walk out almost every night. However sadly it is a very long time since I walked at night by the sea. You brought the night alive for me. Thank you
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I live close to the shore, and in the early hours, the waves are all I hear. I’m so pleased you enjoyed it Michael.
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Or … become second or third shift. Nothing wrong with that at all. I love the imagery here. Now that I live in the city, walking at night is more dangerous (cars not criminals although maybe that too) so I don’t really. I miss late-night walks in the country or on the beach.
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Living in a small seaside town it’s very quiet after lights-out. It suits me!
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The dynamics of night and day. Often, a pondering of mine. Great write!
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Two extremes. Thanks Susan.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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There’s not much as beautiful as a warm summer’s night out under the stars.
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Even nicer with a firepit and a pile of marshmallows to hand!
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Is this why we sleep? To avoid the creatures of the night.
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Some are best left alone James!
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