Dark clouds roll across the sky, squashing out the happy blue to leave an angry deep gray sky above.
Category: Writing On Thoughts
Burning The Midnight Oil
The phrase, burning the midnight oil, has always fascinated me whenever used not because it talks about a time before electricity is being used for nightly chores, especially writing, but because of the imagery that the phrase provokes. In my head, I see a small roughly made desk with an uncomfortable chair set in front…