Did you ever wander what certain part of the day sounds like? I'm not talking about birds chirping in the morning, or cricket announcing that the night is falling. Nor the sound of planets moving, shifting and tumbling. No, I mean a deeper, more intimate sound only you can hear.
I consider this to be some sort of continuation on one of my previous blogs "The Sound of Dawn", where I contemplated why is it so hard for me to wake up with a smile, and be cheerful right away. I went even deeper in to the subject with one of my friends here, and I hope she is reading this, and that she is aware that I am working on it.
In that conversation, another thought came to my mind, and that is how I send off one day, and what is the sound of the dusk in my mind.
I should say that dusk is the favorite part of my day. I should also add that this is mostly in summer when the days are longer and it's not dark until late in the day. So, if I do sound a little bit bias and pro-dusk shall I say, don't take my word for it. It's just my opinion, and I would love to hear yours.
What do I hear?
Something like this..
Sun moves slowly, with a heavy sigh, time to pass the torch to it's smaller friend the Moon. Did I tell you I love the Moon, how is it called? Selenophilia.
“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.”
― Mark Twain
One more day has passed with ease and comfort. Everything that should've happened, did. Every flower bloomed without effort, rain fell and tickled the imagination of every seed, hoping it will one day become something beautiful. Many were born, not knowing what to expect, and many died feeling the same.
I hear the sound of fresh water and I feel grateful that I have it. I feel the food giving my body the energy it needs, and thank every little seed that became part of me and enabled me to write these lines.
End of one day for me and you is a time to reflect, to reconsider how lucky we were to have it in the first place.
I play the records that are made only in my mind, of every beautiful conversation I had that day. I open my fictional photo-album and enter every breathtaking memory, for safe keeping and rainy days.
I love the end of each day, and it sounds peaceful and calm to me. It brings a certain feel of ease and worry-less period, a time to rest and rejuvenate for the next day.
What do you hear in the dusk? Is it silent and peaceful, dreadful and uncertain, heavy, light, exciting?
Be sure to let me know in the comments!
With love,
Tamara