All’s quiet now; the humming you hear is of silence, pure and omnipresent in its gentleness. Let it lull the body as a lover. Hush. Sigh. Sleep.
In a moment, not longer than a minute, fairies will rise, bright and bold, dancing in the glitter of falling dew, flying to greet the Sun.
A new day is upon us! bringing with it the urgency of light, billowing the bleeding darkness into the pinkening clouds.
Everything will be beautiful in the first light, before the brightness becomes a faded dull; a blurred moving mirage that hushes all color into white (white orange, white blue, white green.)
But the people are more alive then, the earth being nothing more than an object lurking in the eye’s corners. People! People make the day. The symphony of sounds harmonized just so that they lull and wear time’s love…
3pm. Another day almost done.
And Night….The world’s brighter at night; colors bloom, flourish, rise to meet the tired mind, a whispered kiss, a sigh with a hug.
The Spirit dances now, arms wide, neck bent, electrified by the buzzing earth…The night is my house, my body but a guest.