Friday, 23 November 2012

Cold Night

The air outside so cold it hurts my face. A three quarter moon in a clear sky. The road bright, lit as if by lamplight, and my shadow black against its surface. Stars in their hundreds above, and the dogs sniff the hedgerows catching traces of fox, of pheasant. My breath mists before me, as wrapping my coat tighter, I turn back for home.

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