Sunday, June 17, 2012
Darkness
I am so grateful for darkness. When you spend so much time in the light, the darkness becomes foreign, and often frightening. Once you take that first step and cross over, there is a whole other world there, soft and velvety and comforting. There is so much to see, up here on the hill tonight. I had forgotten how many shades of black there are, how many stars. In different parts of the country, friends are gathering. I feel so close to them here, remembering other stars and similar darknesses.... Soon, again, it will be my time to circle the vans again, in those wild and empty places.
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I love the black! It's where I spent most of my time growing up. I didn't become a day person until about 20 years ago.
I feel the same way about dark stormy weather during the day.
sadly, I've lost my connection to the night..I used to love it and being out at night.. worked midnight shifts in the military.. but now I rarely am out of the 'house' after dark.. in part because of bugs!, especially if mosquitoes are out and about.
Nemo, are there skeeters in the desert?
RK- I have always liked storms and curling up all snugly inside. If I have to be out on them, that's a whole 'nother ball game!
Steve- where we're you that it was black? Or just being a night owl?
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