The stillness of the night teams up with the darkness of it. The rather bitter coldness bruises against my skin. Well, then again I cant blame the open terrace amidst the vast open land covered in fog. And finally as I wait, I hear the faint distant howling growing louder and roughly calculate their pace and in the meantime, they come closer and halt at the sudden stiffness of the unnatural road. At this they stop and howl at their sharp best as if to voice their command over the land. Safely I hear them howl from the terrace as the rather bitterness of the cold bruises against my skin. Bliss.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 18:04:18 +0000