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rejectomorphIt is not actually raining, or drizzling, or misty tonight. Just sort of wet. The trees are dripping, the pavements glistening, as though the world had broken out in a cold sweat. Well, that metaphor doesn't look quite as pleasant as the reality does, but I suppose you catch my drift. It is damp.
The sky is dark except for a small patch of silver glowing where the moon can't quite break through the clouds. I find it very pleasant. It reminds me, though, that, when I was a child, I was afraid of the dark. If my parents had known how much I would grow to love it, they would probably not have discouraged my fear. I'm sure they disapproved of the late hours I was keeping by the time I was in my teens.
But I am glad I outgrew my fear of the dark. Now, night is my favorite time. And the things I fear most are probably runny cheese and flat beer. Oh, yes; and computers!
The sky is dark except for a small patch of silver glowing where the moon can't quite break through the clouds. I find it very pleasant. It reminds me, though, that, when I was a child, I was afraid of the dark. If my parents had known how much I would grow to love it, they would probably not have discouraged my fear. I'm sure they disapproved of the late hours I was keeping by the time I was in my teens.
But I am glad I outgrew my fear of the dark. Now, night is my favorite time. And the things I fear most are probably runny cheese and flat beer. Oh, yes; and computers!
