Every Scrapyard is different, but not really.

Even though every scrapyard is different there are the same kinds of things around. An isolated tree, a scrap cat and the same type of distorted metal. Some of the metal is sad and ugly and some is photographic. If you live in the scrapyard eight hours a day you will know what I am saying. When the moon comes up there is a quite sombre feeling. Nothingness. There is no human movement and the night starts this way.
First the play on lights where the shadows get longer and longer and then seem to get too long that they fade into each other, bringing on the darkness. Some isolated lights turn on, but the moon and the reflection of lights on the shadows and metal are the most sought after. They reveal a small picture, just enough to see something and the imagination can see all different things.
When the moon has been shining for a while and the scrapyard settles into the night one can hear the scrapyard sounds. If the wind is blowing it is a clanging of broken metals at different decitones.
This is when the life of the scrapyard transforms. If you look carefully you will see a green mist start up slowly and that is when the scrapyard gives life to the dead. Their movements are only about 30 cms for the entire evening and they don't speak. They will not move from one side of the yard to the other. Most of them sit or stand in one position, as if waiting or in shock. I don't think they know where they are. As the night grows older the mist lifts and one cannot see them anymore.
When the morning starts, it is as if everything is reversed and in slow motion. The darkness starts easing back as the light takes the place of the long shadows, pushing it behind and under the cars. The night lights start turning off and the cats creep past to settle down in a sunny spot. This is the time where they clean themselves, stretch lazily and curl up.