the magical hour when all things turn from inside to out.

a pre dawn walk

 over cobblestone streets

through hugging mediaeval alleys

a city in the deepest night is a thing transformed

there's a deep and silent magic at work

my own thoughts twist in labyrinthine patterns and designs

which can only occur in an unpeopled crowd 

in the inside-out darkness

the wraith of the gothic cathedral, pride of Regensburg, looking as though a witching-hour sun 

is bursting from its windows

freed from the stone and glass

stained glass aglow in the city hall

and there is trickster work at play

a subtle möbius-like twisting of inside to outside

i'm just about done with my story

though not the final version

i've been doing a back and forth dance of finishing the first draft 

while at the same time doing a first round of edits on what's been written

it's for middle grade readers

there's an urban setting

and a girl

and a banshee

her banshee

and her best friend

and an adventure

in a museum

and in a phantom wing of a victorian insane asylum

i'm in the home stretch

of getting to know my story

my characters

my setting

after that, the fun shall really begin