It’s Sunday Morning only moments before the break of
down and I am up with a cup of steaming hot chocolate. The crest of the moon is
almost floating above the trees preparing to descend and say goodnight. I love
the twinkle of night before the dawn. The beauty of the moment never fails to
release a sigh of contentment.
I often wonder in the early hours before day break if
the night calls to me. I can almost hear my name being whispered on the lips of
the night. It a soft whisper that roars and demands I unleash myself and run
free of the chains of the forthcoming day.
If only I could run free into the night and rejuvenate
my fleeting powers. Sipping my hot chocolate I smile answering the call of the
night.
Abby
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