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I sat on the grass in my front yard, listening to the whispers of the wind. Trying to understand the sounds of nature. I felt a change coming;I looked around and saw a dark army of clouds approaching.
it's been hours since people have vanished away this is a great change from night to day only the street lights and i are awake there's only sweet moments i'm gonna make guess i can feel this up...
He awoke in his bed, light streaks of sun poured In from his loosely closed shades.
Here I sit alone. Away from the world. Sitting in the wind as I wait for it to stop. And when it finally does, I lay in beautiful sunlight alone. Birds are chirping in the early morning of the day.
There is a little place in the woods where I can hide. I Can read, write, sleep, think, and just do nothing at all. I love this little place.
I like being alone. It's not the same than being lonely.
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
There are lots of people that will tell you working through the night is a bad thing. Hell, they are probably right.
When my house is full of guests, friends, my children, and I seem to be forever chasing, serving, preparing food and drinks, tidying away and telling everyone to keep the noise down and behave, I...
2. I travel throughout the earliest hours of the day, starting, if I can manage, before the sun rises. I stop at the suns high point, assuming I am lucky enough to have a partially clear sky.