It's 00:54hrs and I can't sleep. My curtains are drawn back and the broken clouds of the autumn storm dash across the night sky, by turns revealing and obscuring the full moon.
When obscured,the light of the moon illuminates the sky and the garden is in shadow; when revealed, a glow, like that in an infra-red photograph, highlights the trees and shrubs visible from my bed.
Grissom, our white cat, glows in this light as he sleeps on the bed. The night is quiet punctuated by occasional sounds; Tasman, our tabby and white cat, gently snores at the foot of the bed and Grissom, having stirred due to my blogging, is crunching cat biscuits in the kitchen. From time to time a brief shower is heard on the tin roof as the last of the rain is deposited and the house creaks as it contracts as the temperature falls outside.
When obscured,the light of the moon illuminates the sky and the garden is in shadow; when revealed, a glow, like that in an infra-red photograph, highlights the trees and shrubs visible from my bed.
Grissom, our white cat, glows in this light as he sleeps on the bed. The night is quiet punctuated by occasional sounds; Tasman, our tabby and white cat, gently snores at the foot of the bed and Grissom, having stirred due to my blogging, is crunching cat biscuits in the kitchen. From time to time a brief shower is heard on the tin roof as the last of the rain is deposited and the house creaks as it contracts as the temperature falls outside.
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