There's something about a cold and windy winter night that is enjoyable to experience.
I had went to bed early, as I have been prone to doing lately. I fell asleep quite soon, but I could not stay asleep because of the wind. The wind blowing through the leave less trees. That eerie, lonesome sound that only wind blowing through pine trees emit. I tossed and I turned. I could not evolve into one of those deep sleep slumbers. So I laid in bed, watching out the bedroom window of the tree branches swaying to and fro in the wind.
The sky was overcast, but still, with almost full moon, there was the pale light over all the landscape. I got out of bed to look out the window. Looking out across the creek into the woods behind my house, there is something that is peaceful to see, that barren woods on a cold winter night, silhouetted by a pale moon light.
I thought I might glimpse a coyote or even a rabbit in the pale moon light. But apparently not even they were stirring against the cold, cold wind.
As I could no longer sleep. I got up from bed. I put on my robe and went to the front of the house to look out the front windows. There I could see wisps of the blowing snow, blowing across the ground. It was not what could be called a blizzard. But it was that type of cold blowing snow, that would remind one of a barren, empty landscape, which it was.
Except for the sound of the wind, there was not a sound to be heard.
Now, as the night has ended, the new day beginning, I look to the west and see the sky now turning pink and orange. During the night hours, the clouds have left. I see the golden yellow of the sun now appearing on the fields. The tops of the trees in the far distance in the shade of yellow from the sun as it rises. The ground is still the gray and white from the snow. The sunshine is now creeping closer as the sun rises higher in the morning sky, casting light over more of the landscape. The cows in the far distance, huddled together against the wind. I can see three of the horses now, there are still two that I cannot make out
The wind has diminished considerably since the hours of darkness, which awoke me from my fitful sleep. The last image of the setting moon against the western sky is now complete. Only the new cold and wintery day to greet me.
My dog is now on her perch...the back of the love seat, so she can look out and guard her territory. But her head is down, so she is now sleeping, from being awake with me this past night.
I too, will be soon taking my leave to return to to bed. Perhaps to dream pleasant dreams of images the previous night provided.
WuzzFuzz
Now that I can see what it really looks like back there .
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WuzzFuzz
I had went to bed early, as I have been prone to doing lately. I fell asleep quite soon, but I could not stay asleep because of the wind. The wind blowing through the leave less trees. That eerie, lonesome sound that only wind blowing through pine trees emit. I tossed and I turned. I could not evolve into one of those deep sleep slumbers. So I laid in bed, watching out the bedroom window of the tree branches swaying to and fro in the wind.
The sky was overcast, but still, with almost full moon, there was the pale light over all the landscape. I got out of bed to look out the window. Looking out across the creek into the woods behind my house, there is something that is peaceful to see, that barren woods on a cold winter night, silhouetted by a pale moon light.
I thought I might glimpse a coyote or even a rabbit in the pale moon light. But apparently not even they were stirring against the cold, cold wind.
As I could no longer sleep. I got up from bed. I put on my robe and went to the front of the house to look out the front windows. There I could see wisps of the blowing snow, blowing across the ground. It was not what could be called a blizzard. But it was that type of cold blowing snow, that would remind one of a barren, empty landscape, which it was.
Except for the sound of the wind, there was not a sound to be heard.
Now, as the night has ended, the new day beginning, I look to the west and see the sky now turning pink and orange. During the night hours, the clouds have left. I see the golden yellow of the sun now appearing on the fields. The tops of the trees in the far distance in the shade of yellow from the sun as it rises. The ground is still the gray and white from the snow. The sunshine is now creeping closer as the sun rises higher in the morning sky, casting light over more of the landscape. The cows in the far distance, huddled together against the wind. I can see three of the horses now, there are still two that I cannot make out
The wind has diminished considerably since the hours of darkness, which awoke me from my fitful sleep. The last image of the setting moon against the western sky is now complete. Only the new cold and wintery day to greet me.
My dog is now on her perch...the back of the love seat, so she can look out and guard her territory. But her head is down, so she is now sleeping, from being awake with me this past night.
I too, will be soon taking my leave to return to to bed. Perhaps to dream pleasant dreams of images the previous night provided.
WuzzFuzz
Now that I can see what it really looks like back there .
.
WuzzFuzz
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