The sky is dense in periwinkle, as a handful of stars float in the early twilight. Objects appear sharp across the horizon as the earth falls to shadow and day’s light holds a bit longer to a vanishing mountain range.
I am alone.
There is a rhythm to these sojourns. A natural gate that draws the breath and heart rate down. I smell a mix of the swamp and fresh melted snow. The tall windows of a nearby house are completely awash in the night sky, giving the illusion that east is west. I see the ripple of ducks swimming silently in the dark.
I am not alone.
The earth is a conversation the Universe is having with me. It speaks of love and passion. Richness and possibility. Renewal and evolution. Its song seeps up from the soil through the soles of my feet. Every step a serenade. My breath a kiss with a wind that invigorates my life force, as only a lover can. The night has become a devotional played on cricket backs to me.
The light slips over mountain crests, as silent as a furry moth and rises again within my breast, lighting my vision for home.
21 thoughts on “Periwinkle Night”
“The earth is a conversation the Universe is having with me.” I like the way you said this. Fine post, Noelle.
Thank you, my friend…
n, thank you for bountiful and exquisite languaging descriptions for presencing the now, bridges to and from gold-mind. h
You are a love for stopping by my place, Had. Lovely compliment, my friend.
Agree, I thought that was a great line too.
Noelle tends to have a lot of those.
Coming from a writer of sly understatements on man’s foolhardiness, I take that as quite the compliment.
Thank you, my friend. Coming from you, quite the compliment.
I concur, beautiful.
Blessings, my friend.
So beautiful in every way. I particularly like “The night has become a devotional played on cricket backs to me.”
You do love these night journeys. Do you walk yourself much in the evenings? If not, I have a feeling you would enjoy it immensely.
Thank you, just what I needed after an especially long day.
So delighted. How goes the unpacking?
You have such a moving style of writing Noelle. Truly, truly inspiring for me. Sweet dreams bella🌸🌸🌸
You are a love, my friend. I think both of us have found the beauty in nature meant to inspire us. I love your animal pieces.
I am mostly a day walker 🙂 Have been venturing out lately close to sunset and later too. It is very nice though it is street walking. You seem to have the perfect setup, trails and all. They seem different to me, day walking is mostly about the place and night is about the experience. Maybe this is reflected in your writing.
Beautiful thoughts and writing Noelle. I love this part especially – “The earth is a conversation the Universe is having with me. It speaks of love and passion. Richness and possibility. Renewal and evolution. ”
So funny to come to your post here, I just left your page with those incredible fish. I had been thinking what a wondrous world it must be underneath the sea. I have never scuba dived, but have thought of it often. Your pictures really inspired me.
” the ripple of ducks ” ….so mesmerizing Noelle ! Your first sentence awakened me from the start …lovely and provoking writing , beautiful Noelle ….love , megxxx
Thank you, my friend.