The atmosphere differs somewhat to that of a day time ambience; darkness overwhelms the dancing shadows as a moon struggles to break through a cloud soaked sky. The house always feels at peace during the late hours, whispering its gestures to a waiting audience. I feel like a gatecrasher, standing on the outside of a restful gathering, waiting for a noise to disturb the silence. Images stand in my view, their gentle pupose reminding me how the black of night can often obscure the purity of day. Floorboards creak as my beating heart races to out-do the intensity of drowning sound. Anxious, not scared; looking for something yet unsure as to its identity. Please continue Crystal Jigsaw