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Freiburger: @ tpia, lovely stuffs your got out here.

danke.

white mosquito: Just an observation- dont u think 'the wise old man' sounds better than the ' old wise man'?

"wise old man" is the standard term, "old wise man" has another connotation which helps me focus when writing about him.

Also..... r u an Enid Blyton fan? Just curious.

i've read enid blyton, why do you ask?

some similarities- eg the tree?

Forests are a common theme in fantasy.

A moonlight sail

They sailed on through a calm sea. Dawn turned to dusk, then the moon rose, shining with a soft, fierce, bright light which bathed their surroundings with an ethereal beauty, casting elastic shadows and throwing outlines into sharp relief, together with the nooks and corners of the boat.

The man amused himself by watching the ripples flow from the paddle to the water, ever widening circles which melted into wider ones, and seemed to stretch to infinity. It was a beautiful sight.

The moon hung like an enormous pearl in a black, inky sky, he could see the shadows and craters which were spread on its surface. They almost felt close enough to touch.

A light breeze sprung up. He felt it caressing his neck and gently fluffing his clothes. He looked over at the lady- he hadn’t noticed she had laid down the paddle and like him, was staring over the water and now and then, up at the moon.

The silence was broken by an occasional sigh, whether from her, him or the water, he didnt know.

This is beautiful she said.

He had to agree.

He noticed even though no one was paddling anymore, there were still ripples in the water. He stared down, trying to peer into the depths. There were dark shadows under the boat, flitting around frequently like flashes of some form of liquid light, alternating between flashes and shadows.

Every so often, a larger shadow would swim leisurely by, breaking through the silver reflection of the moon on water, yet not slowing down or showing its face long enough to be seen and identified.

The man felt drowsy, rocked by the rhythm of the rippling water, and he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.