Before dawn: Photo by Noelle
A storm blew in before the sun could challenge its strength. The dining room curtains flew up, partial apparitions of old ghosts flying by my house, as the pre-dawn light suddenly seemed alive with movement. Leaves from house plants and yesterday’s mail lifted up off the kitchen counter, waves on a hidden sea. From clear, hot summer night to cool, damp twilight in a matter of minutes, my lungs filled with the changing atmosphere. I stood in the channel between the north and south windows and felt it electrify my skin with its caress. Rumi said never go back to sleep, the breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you. So I stood there, still as stone, and let the storm blow in. Come to me, my love, I have missed you.
Meditation Travelogue 
You have a beautiful way with words, Noelle, and a way of capturing and describing a moment. Such a gift. That last phrase of yours has a kind of Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw feel about it. 🙂 Marvellous.
Blessings, my friend. Heathcliff and Catherine… well now you are just flattering me!
“waves on a hidden sea” <— excellent line, you are so good with words Noelle. 🙂 How early in the morning was that photo taken?
4am. I’m an early riser and thank you, my friend.
“Rumi said never go back to sleep, the early morning hours are calling to you”…
Those are wonderful words… A beautiful post dear Noelle!… Really touching!…
Thanks for sharing… I hope you have a wonderful weekend ahead! Aquileana 😀
You always great in words, Noelle 🙂 Hope all is well and my best wishes to you..
Thank you, my friend. As I look at your beautiful photography I’d say we each have found our inner passion groove.
It’s how we really live.
=)
So true, my friend
I love your writing here as always, such beautiful poetry and truth in every sentence.
I am trying to work with brevity. In person I can talk your ear off. I’m using the poetic pieces to try and pare down your verbage and pull at essential truths. Your comments were a lovely compliment to me.
Oh I have missed reading your lovely writing, Noelle. I swear I could “feel” that wind!
You are a love, my friend. Delighted you enjoyed it. You and that motorcycle know a great deal about wind!
Enjoyed this very much Noelle, and look forward to your birthing publication! You painted the moment here with a delicate brush, and there was room for us to crawl inside of it, and take up residence…
Peace
Michael
Love that description…. Then my work is done here… Many blessings. I’ll check out your blog, too. Thanks for stopping by. I’d offer you coffee but might screw up the key boards.