The day is gone and the night is imminent. I sense scurrying shadows around me. A chill runs up my spine. The threatening lost of light makes way for the darkness to rule. Twilight is seeking a victim.

Breaking Through the Glass A rather large speckled bird flys toward our bay window. Bang, it hits thinking it would fly through. A few hours later it does it again. Again I try to write, feeling like that crazy bird. It’s usually all or nothing....