Into the Twilight

The raindrops "pit-pitung"ed against the metal drainpipe, tiny gunshots in the silence of the night. It was as though the clouds were sending me Morse codes messages, each dit and dah falling from the sky in a beautiful cacophonous symphony. I wished I could still decode these messages, I'm sure the song would have been entrancing.

The crows swooped and swayed in the sky above, trying out their new maneuvers like fighter pilots. With the coordination of one hundred little dancers, shrieking into the twilight sky, the birds spiraled on and on, into oblivion. Ebbing and flowing in the wind, bobbing and swerving like the hand of a cellist as he brings his notes to life.

I walked on, despite the rain and the swirling wind and the night noises, raising my collar up closer to my neck to protect myself from both the cold and all that I could not see. The nighttime continued to close in, and all I could do was walk on boldly, into the twilight.