I like night. I always have. The night time has always felt peaceful. It has a tendency to be much quieter. My aunts and uncles are no longer calling the house asking for my parents. The calls from solicitors cease, and fewer cars travel the roads. Everything about it whispers a quiet, serene story that does not seem to care whether it is heard. The darkness drapes the landscape and all things brightened by the harsh daylight. Things that were once clear and easy to see are hidden by a shroud of black, occasionally highlighted by moonlight or harshly brought to sight by our man made lights. For some reason, this limited vision and lack of ability to see into this distance brings peace. What is strange is how darkness limits what we can see around us, but it is the only time we can see into the cosmos, places far beyond our world. The light retreats to rest for the evening and darkness quickly fills it's gap. It drapes everything and provides the opportunity to look up to a world the light hides so crassly as if the sun is afraid we will cheat on her with other stars and novas.
Tomorrow
4 years ago
1 comments:
Wow. I really like this. I feel the need to say something lame and english-teachery like "good imagery."
...but yes, good imagery. I meant that in as much of a non-english teachery way possible.
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