It was someday last year and I was walking through thick vegetation on the city outskirts. Below is an account of what I witnessed.
|Was a still and silent night indeed!|
That day was a still night.
I could actually hear their plight.
They roamed about in their robes all white,
While I struggled to move, with all my might.
They moved so fast, they were oh so bright!
I stood still in awe, watching that unbelievable sight!
Right then, my inner self speaks to me about the sight and he sighs.
Can't always be ghosts on a still night, they’re the fire flies! :D
~~Day 18 of my blog-a-day for 22 days marathon. Memoirs of a Drunken Junkie shuts down on the 22nd of April :-)