Blue hour… – FFFC

Cyranny's Cove


She loved this time of day.

These precious minutes when the sun wasn’t quite gone and the moon not quite risen… Probably hoping to meet in this sweet dimmed in-between. She sat on the porch of her little home, silent, open hearted and wide eyed.

Suddenly, she could feel the warmth of the past day running away from her garden, like a thousand mice seeking shelter for the night to come. And everything around her took this blue-ish shade, as if the sky itself had chosen the back of her house to finally lay down, and rest at long last.

It was the only totally quiet time of the day. The daytime birds were already ready for sleep, while the night feathery friends were still waiting for their queue to start their graveyard shift choire.

All in all, in this moment, for her, time stopped its crazy race for a…

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