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:
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.
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.
How lovely - a beautiful post.
RR: Thank you.
Perfectly evokes the small hours.
Thanks Jenny. My favourite time of day.
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