There’s something about the night.

There’s something about the night where everything is silent. Where children are asleep and the parents are in the living room having their tea in front of the telly. Where the streets are empty and only the smallest foot prints in the snow remain, cars are locked and even the dogs want to stay inside.

There’s something about the night where everyone is organising. Laying their work clothes out for the next day, making their packed lunches with leftovers from tea. Then turning the shower on, getting the towel, brushing the hair and slowing stepping into the warm waterfall as the snow begins to fall once again. From the outside the steam comes billowing from the pipes as the water runs.

There’s something about the night where everything is calm. The birds have finished their songs, the shutters are going down and curtains are closed. Where side lamps are turned on and radiators are hot. Glasses are on and cups of teas are made, the washing is hung and the lights are off.

There’s something about the night.


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