Today's 100 words:
Morning finds me on the other side of quiet. It's not the face of dawn that greets me; no sun breaks through windows to light the grayness of the room. Instead it's the black silence of midnight, that harbinger of a new day, who beckons me closer while I fight the weariness that presses upon me like the crush of a heavy wool blanket. The old man had carried such a blanket with him as he sought those things we all seek. It covered him like stars at night, something familiar to keep out the cold from outside--and within.