A chilled midnight greeted me as I stepped outside, and the muffled quality of a distant clock tower tolling twelve bells alerted my senses...
...it was a Jack the Ripper night in my hometown.
A stalking fog hung unmoving by the streetlamps, looking as if something had only recently disturbed it, giving it layers and swirls, much like the hazy cigarette smoke you see in an oxygen starved barroom.
The misty shroud seemed to have risen up from the ground itself, hugging trees and rooftops, cloaking the streets, but leaving open a tunnel view of the sky with its few visible stars, most being light-obscured by the yellow smile moon lurking low on the horizon.
The quiet of the night filled my mind, and I crept softly toward my next breath...stillness of existence was a prerequisite.
I longed to cast off my civilized skin and leave behind everything that wasn't instinctual...to become one with the mystery of the night...
...I wanted to prowl.
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...it was a Jack the Ripper night in my hometown.
A stalking fog hung unmoving by the streetlamps, looking as if something had only recently disturbed it, giving it layers and swirls, much like the hazy cigarette smoke you see in an oxygen starved barroom.
The misty shroud seemed to have risen up from the ground itself, hugging trees and rooftops, cloaking the streets, but leaving open a tunnel view of the sky with its few visible stars, most being light-obscured by the yellow smile moon lurking low on the horizon.
The quiet of the night filled my mind, and I crept softly toward my next breath...stillness of existence was a prerequisite.
I longed to cast off my civilized skin and leave behind everything that wasn't instinctual...to become one with the mystery of the night...
...I wanted to prowl.
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