Let your imagination take flight as it pedals along with... well, whatever happens to catch my attention!
Sunday, November 18, 2012
A Good Night For Wreckers
There was none of the usual crisp cleanliness about the moonlight. It entered the coast-guard's cottage in the way that warm breath becomes visible on a cold night; a presence which comes from nowhere, hovers in the air like phosphorescence for a moment before it disperses and lets the blackness rule...
Outside, rising winds chased clouds which raced from their grasp like naughty children evading bed time. But there was no fun attached to their game. Instead, a sense of foreboding was tangible in the air that night.
Thanks go to Tess and Andrew Wyeth for their inspiration at Mag 144