Starry Night

The stones on the streets shimmered with just-fallen rain - inky puddles stretching out through dark alleyways. And the wind, happily rushing through, promptly took the place of the rain - sending leaves flying and the smell of early fall past open windows and rattling shutters. It was an unusually bright night and the moon cast a veiled white glow on the church which stood resolute; unchangeable as always, as the night slowly grew darker and the wind whistled through bare trees.