Watching the world come to light. The sky moves from velvet dark to pale to blue and clouds catch the sun like rose petals. The night drops its stars. Black branches of the ash tree are drawn against the pale sky in Indian ink, fragmenting it to patches of light and dark, a jigsaw sky with a cat silhouette.
The perfect night for witches!
ReplyDelete... which is also a cunning link to your collective noun theme. In WINTERSMITH, Terry Pratchett talks about an ARGUMENT of witches which I loved.