Autumn Night

The moon was full and the wind was wild as the tree-tops rustled.

The streetlights gave a faint glow from the dark leaves that encompassed them.

Black blotches of their shadows danced on the pavement,

Softly

Hard

until they were still – like a painting on the ground.

There’s magic during nights like these – it’s the reason why the wind blows so hard.

Everything that isn’t supposed to be stirs to life

All at once.

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