Saturday, November 5, 2011

Movement

vapourtrail

Midnight. Through the bedroom window the moon is hidden but the long strips of cloud moving across the sky are back-lit with cool silver. In the distance a car speeds by and across the black fields the river flows on alone and silent. The world turns and when I awake it is still dark. The first train of the day rumbles its way north while I watch Jupiter descend towards the horizon, ice-bright and as fiery and pure as a diamond. The rising sun and a rhythmic swish of wings of a flight of geese and high above a speck of a plane leaves a solitary vapour trail.

6 comments:

Sky said...

the pre-dawn hours can be so lovely, and your words bring the images to life as surely as the painter's strokes. i love the sounds you offer as day breaks open and movement begins. beautiful post.

mm said...

Thank you Sky. I'm just learning to write again after months of brain atrophy! And I have gained such pleasure from watching the night sky that it is nice to be able to convey something of what it is like.

Relatively Retiring said...

How lovely - a beautiful post.

mm said...

RR: Thank you.

Jenny Woolf said...

Perfectly evokes the small hours.

mm said...

Thanks Jenny. My favourite time of day.