Children of the Night


A friend of mine saw the photo of the moon I posted yesterday and mentioned that he’s reading Dracula. Dracula reminded me of a short story I read as a kid, “Children of the Night“; it had been published in an old magazine I found in my grandparent’s basement. Of the photos of the moon peeking through the clouds I made the other night, at “1 something in the blessed a.m.” I prefer this one.

For much of my life, I’ve been a strong and steady morning person. It’s possible that is changing.

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