Spirits in the Night

Spirits in the Night

The smoky dimness, filled with bawdy laughter and the clinking of glasses, vessels of powerful brew, laced with heavy perfume—all reminders of promises of oblivion to come.

The senses are alive as they enter the club, an alluring welcome from the winter’s cold, with the promise of the powers of spirits to warm the chill of the night.

A familiar scene repeated for weeks…months…years. The coziness and camaraderie of the club were things of the absent past. The spirits no longer warmed the body,--but numbed the soul.

The stench of life wasn’t living, but only existing with unfulfilled promises reminiscent of the life of spirits. Inevitable dying was but a soft escape, the only rewards of the sickness caused by the liquid spirits of empty laughter, false bravado and untrue love. Body and soul only now lay in a purgatory of their own.

One by one, an awakening of souls everywhere occurred from a painful, chilling numbness created by a self-destructive sickness masked by the jolly cries of “Cheers!”

Amber and burgundy spirits were not to entice the emerging souls to reveal themselves to their owners. These souls were a form of courage, unconditional love, and struggling confidence in themselves. Spirits now invisible to the eyes, were felt by hearts everywhere.

Once again, these spirits surfaced in smoke-filled rooms of laughter and crying, but with the aroma of coffee. Spirits, who received solace in the late-night flickering candlelight—had existed in a world of nothingness, were now drawn together to soothe the pain of their immortal imprisonment.

Together, in the darkness and smoke, these new spirits gathered experience, comfort and immeasurable strength from each other—then wandered into the night in many directions…not alone, but still together within every heart.

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