Brilliant writers, like Ray Bradbury and
Snoopy, can open with, “It was a dark and stormy night.” Regular folks, like me and presumably you,
cannot get away with clichéd openings.
That is a problem because stormy, dark nights are partly what I am writing
about. I write about such nights because
I want to reflect on my experience as a volunteer at a homeless shelter – Out of
the Cold in Saint John, NB. Out of the
Cold is a winter emergency shelter for homeless men that is in a church
parlour. If safe shelter cannot be
assumed, “It was a dark and stormy night,” is not eerie, mysterious, or even
cliché. It is frightening.
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