We love nights because they cut out frills and get down to bare bones very fast.They soften the contours to gray outlines.They suppress details,abolish borders make a sky of the earth.

A tree stands brooding in the night forgetful of its death by last year’s lightning.They even put night birds on its branches.A night’s paddy fields become a vast promontory where the sky and the earth become one as if the paddy is actually grown in the sky.

In the night bushes behave like moving,as if they are lazy bears on the wait for food.The mountain in the distance stands abolished.God knows where the clouds went from its top. Everything seems to be drowned in the night of the sky.


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