Musical Night


Its not a pretty night….or morning rather…its 3am.

Its overcast, we’re in a constant fog or mist. You can feel the little tiny drops of water hitting your skin every time you move. Its so slight though.

Its not cold, but there is a chill in the air, and that ever present dampness. It makes your joints hurt.

Its still warm enough that the crickets are chirping.

There’s a subtle breeze making my wind-chimes sing to me. I love the music of my wind-chimes, especially at night, or ‘dark time’ rather.

I’m very particular about my wind-chimes. I currently have 3 sets out on the front porch. I did have 5. One fell victim to a nasty storm, and the other just didn’t sound right.

I’m very picky about the music of my wind-chimes. I will stand in the store (driving other customers nuts I would imagine) testing out all the wind-chimes for just the right tones. Trust me, its hard to find good ones.

My two favorite are right outside my office window, so I can always hear them, and they also happen to be positioned near the bench I have on the front porch were I sit and smoke when I go out there.

I just came back in from sitting out there for a good while. Its damp, but the music of my chimes is so soothing and lovely.

I had to come back in after a bit though. The dampness sets in and just makes me hurt.

Its been a peaceful night. I’m going to enjoy this while it last. ~smiles~

On a side note. This would be an awesome night for Zombies to be roaming around. >_>

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0 Responses to Musical Night

  1. blondeusk says:

    Great description – at one point I was there too!

  2. marcies04 says:

    I love wind chimes, too! I could almost feel eeriness in the fog that lurked outside your window – a strangling kind of eeriness like death – the echoing sound of the chimes in the faraway distance right outside your window.

    Save this piece – rewrite your descriptive piece into a gripping short story – a murder mystery or like you said, a zombie type story… You can always write a fiction piece up to 2000 words and submit it to The Cahaba River Literary Journal at

    I’ll leave the light on for ya!



  3. Corina says:

    I love wind chimes, too. At one point, I had eight of them. The neighbors “loved” me! When I moved, my wind chimes didn’t all make it as some things got lost and a couple of boxes were left by the garage and not loaded into the truck, forgotten at the last minute. I couldn’t sleep without my wind chimes. It was about three weeks of sleepless nights and then my son came and brought me wind chimes! He had stopped at a truck stop on the freeway and they were selling wind chimes and he knew I missed mine so he bought me two! Then I could sleep!

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