Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.
Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.
The only indication of the passage of time lies in the heavens, the subtle shift of the moon. So Peeta begins pointing it out to me, insisting I acknowledge its progress and sometimes, for just a moment I feel a flicker of hope before the agony of the night engulfs me again.
The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories