Longer Each Night

[rejectomorph]

When the thin crescent moon rises late, it is a night for stars. Early Autumn's clarity reveals velvet indigo, dusted by the milky way, a pale river flowing between the brighter stars that glitter along its shores. Pines are singing with cool wind, accompanied by the rattling rhythm of drying oak leaves and clattering acorns dancing down roofs.

There was a moment when I saw a single bright star in the southeast intermittently obscured by the windblown branches of a ponderosa. Perhaps the trembling pine needles acted as a prism, for the star was flashing different colors; blue, red, green, yellow. Slowly, it followed Orion's heel up the sky until, emerging from behind the tree, it returned to its normal blue.

No deer visited the street tonight, probably because on their visit last night, they stripped the last of the most recent crop of pansies from the plants. The sybaritic ungulates will return when more flowers blossom, I'm sure. In the meantime, I have the Autumn nights to myself, with only Orion on his hunt above to keep me company. I like being alone in the night. I like the night. I like Autumn.

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a fellow autumn-lover

[lisabelle.livejournal.com]

...though Atlanta autumn refuses to begin in earnest, yet.

I've been reading your journal for a while and I guess you might say I'm a fan of your writing. I've added you to my friends' list, so that I might read with more regularity. I hope you don't mind. :)

Re: a fellow autumn-lover

[rejectomorph]

The more, the merrier. :-)

How disappointing.

[eideteker.livejournal.com]

I read through that entire entry, and despite the subject, there was not one lick (pun intended) of pornography.

Re: How disappointing.

[rejectomorph]

Heh.

After I posted it, I realized that "Each Night Longer" would have been better phrasing. But I was too lazy to stay up another three minutes to change it.

(Maybe larrondo will post some porn today.)