Never Too Far Away

It is not that the creative juices have stopped me from producing new work. There is much in the pipeline.

Around me the cold is setting in, the chill in the air matching that of those who dread this annual pattern. The effect upon them is noticeable, BourneCity changes, and it's power to influence those who inhabitant it is not lost on me. The drabness of the sky is not matched, however, by the drabness of the midnight peoples. Under the cloak the extra darkness they creep, they seep into the streets, they peer out windows to check you are not watching, they scatter when you spray your words towards them. Their stealth only match by the silence with which the conduct themselves.

No fear is felt around the corner where you dare not tread, there, behind the shadows, under the dark red light, the Movement surges forward, boldly staggering when struggling, lightly treading when confident. No one leads, no one follows, all are inspired and the night is not a time for sleep.

It is never going to stop.