I can feel the days getting shorter. The compression of time within me, weighs. Having exchanged one time zone for another, I feel robbed all over again, a week of daylight missing as if I could count it on the fingers of my hand then wrap it into a sleeping fist.
So restless this awareness made me, that ticking tock of why I do not wear a watch, that I stood up looking for an exit. I grabbed my camera and leashed up my dog, sneaking out of my own anxiety.
I walked up the hill that I always do and looked for lines instead of objects to calm my pulse. At just past five, the light was in its laughing run, so I leant into it and let it push me pulled.
Lucky like a charm and looking like a child, it worked like a clock. My breath stung quiet with shivering hope, I returned home and opened the lock. “Good Boy.” I patted Ben reassuringly and climbed the stairs in the dark.
Stunning, Heather. What a beautiful hour you captured. I'm so glad you grabbed Ben and your camera and shared it with us. As the days grow shorter, I just keep it fixed in my head that very soon the will start growing longer and lighter! Hope you dark days of winter are merry and bright none the less! XO
It really couldn't be anymore beautiful!
Beautiful photos of the witching hour — that soft lavender color is so lovely, it's almost painful. Welcome home, Heather!
Heather, you brought up something that I've thought about but never gave it too much time. Why I have an affinity for early dawn and twilight hours. As you've pointed out, the world is softened in to outlines, very soothing and relaxing. Hmmmm…if only some of my teachers were better at explaining stuff. LOL. The truth is I was a block head. A big hug to your ever faithful companion, Ben!
Amelia XX