The rest of the house has long since retired.
I'm writing, thinking, listening.
A gentle rain tap, tap, taps on the roof above me. The water trickles down the sloped roof, carried along the gutters until it cascades down, down through the rainspouts. The lumbering thunder rolls in the distance. The occasional flashes of lightning disappear as quickly as they arrive, a sharp contrast to the comforting blanket of darkness.
The stage is wonderfully set for a blissful night's sleep.
With that, faithful readers (and new readers, and accidental-but-I-hope-you-stick-around readers) I bid you goodnight. I just can't resist taking advantage of this most fortunate set of circumstances...
...to sleep...
...to dream...
