“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the
leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and
sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon,
the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when
anything can happen, anything be believed in.”
~Olivia Howard Dunbar The Shell of Sense
Dazed by the sunset sky as I drove home after a massive thunderstorm. Wish I could remotely capture the vastness of the Texan skies.
I like that poem.
ReplyDeleteLove the long twilights we get around here.
DeleteThe other day, driving back from the Oakland Airport, we drove toward a fogbank at twilight, and saw the cranes at the port and the spars from the span of the new bridge jabbing forth from the softening fog, and it was so utterly gorgeous -- and I looked at the camera said said, "It's going to be crap, if I take it."
ReplyDelete"So, just look," D. said.
Sometimes, you must just look. And remember.