In the Midnight Hour

Late drive back across the edge of the Moor with the full moon low behind me. Deep tree lined lanes and lonely stones long shadows. Dark houses with folk tucked up in bed. Silvered dewy fields, dark hill tops clothed in beech. Flash of white wings least of night’s denizens. Headlights sparkle on granite drive, lamp above the gate, closed to keep out the uninvited. Fumble with keys, shut out the night.

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