A Secret Snowfall

Boxing Day, 2am. Snow has fallen. In six hours, specs will remain. In seven, there will be no trace. Just a secret between me and the nocturnal. One of my favourite things about snow at night is the way it dampens sound. When it fell, I was the only one awake (animals excluded), and snuck … More A Secret Snowfall

Fear the Werecat

Announce the snow louder, why don’t you – nobody wanted to sleep anyway. Because when the snow falls, everyone needs to know. Everyone. I mean why respect other people’s slumber when you can just howl it from the attic, after midnight? (Yes, the moon really was that bright). Ambience