Night Life

Outside the world is covered in night. Against its dark blanket are pinpricks of lantern light, which glow like the eyes of a cat. The stars hanging above are lost, faraway city lights. There is something so mysterious about them.

The world is holding its breath, standing still, waiting... waiting... waiting for the morning to dawn and for the earth to awaken. But the night is already pulsing with life: the birds are singing, rabbits are hopping leisurely on the lawns below my window, the wind is waltzing through the trees and sky.

Even darkness is lovely.