Field Sprites

Bear Lake:  Photo by Noelle

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Late afternoon and they are the briefest flash. Light catchers snagging flames before dark. I don’t know who I was before I was the one who sees them. I suspect it doesn’t matter now. Once the heart sees it can never be truly blind again.

End of the Day

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

And the end of the day was upon me, yet still I waited in the field. So many moments allowed to pass without reverence or awe. What life have I been living, to have slept so long?