w stretching exhilarated in the dim landscape,as if nature had carved her fresh desighs by night as models for man's art.
silently,i opened the door and stepped outside to face the cutting air.the moon had already lost some of its glow and the land was bathed in a dull mist.a lurid light in the east proclaimed the approach of day while the weatern landscape was bleak with some spooky stillness like a wizard kingdom.what you could only hear was the creepy sounds,seemingly out of the hell----the barking of dogs,the hammering of blacksmith,the lowing of cows and the crying of pigs under the butcher's knife.
gradually,the lurid light darkened and spread across the west.every flower,every tree and
every weed were bathed in the sunshine.suddenly,it turned out that all the sounds were not for any melancholy they suggested,but for their twilight bustle which was too solemn and mysterious for me.
i moved om,treading bri