Beauty in the quiet things

Beauty I believe does not lie solely with the day but also with the twilight. The time changes when the night things stir. Watching as we lie our heads down to rest. They stand by our windows as we tell stories of long ago and faraway places. We watch as the night things sway from left to right. They let us own them, but just for show.

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~Sam