heatherbeck
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The other night...
🕑 Added 2018-09-07 23:59:33 +0000 UTC There was a crunching noise. It sounded like footsteps outside the thick wooden door. I was wondering if some neighbor was stopping by; It was 3am, and I was playing my ukulele (in a most mediocre fashion) and I was worried my voice had carried too far. Perhaps someone was coming to warn me that my cacophony was unwelcome at such an hour.But the noise crunched on, past the door. I called out. No answer.
I went to the back terrace. It's encased in a high stone wall, but there's a bench where I can climb up and peek over. Too dark to see, but I could hear a munching sound. Unsure of whether the noise was human, or a wild boar (they're a thing here, I hear), I periscoped my phone and made sure the flash was on.
Black burro. Donkey negro. Out for a random stroll at this ungodly hour. I like it's style. I would feel compelled to do the same. It seemed content, under a moonless sky, only a smattering of street lamps, kilometers away, to let it figure out where it was.
I let it be, and went back to practicing 'Life on Mars.'
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Peter Wicks
Lol
Samwise
There's something absolutely serene about seeing a city at night. My hometown of 130k people is fortunate enough to have an overlook several kilometres away. I've been there once or twice at night but never for long enough.
