My laptop has an hour or so left, I'm typing. No internet, but Open Office still works.
It's still. No people. No one to write about. Cold and blustery outside, gale force winds, nast raindrops that cut into your face like tiny scalpel blades falling from the sky.
The brances on trees next door keep bending in one direction. Some end up snapping from the weather. I can't see them anymore, it's so dark out.
There are no lights, except for my screen and the candles I have around me. I can see the neighbor has one on her kitchen table, as well. There are no stars—the sky is black with angry clouds.
A fireplace would be really nice right now. Time to kick out some old ideas I've had sitting around, and never got around to posting on here.
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