This weekend I headed back to the Boneyard. It was cold and windy, and it felt like a driftwood sort of day. I got a late start on my hike Saturday, so I stayed at the beach for sunset. It seems that the colder it is, the more brilliant the skies. Aside from the relics … Continue reading Bag of bones
Tag: sunsets
Winter solstice
The earth has tilted Night becomes day Day becomes night The unconquered sun, turning of the year Bonfires of pagan and believer A celebration of the true light Welcoming renewal and rebirth Ashes and embers kept for luck Candles lit to remember, beacons of hope The longest night comes to an end
White peppermint
Days are shorter and the nights are cooler. Winter sunsets come when you least expect them, subtle shades of pink and mauve, the cold muting the normal neon of summer.
Remains of the day
And so it was, as the sun charioted across the sky, sinking below the horizon in a maelstrom of color, and the pale shore birds, in contrast, waded in the quiet surf, nibbling sweet mussels burrowing into the wet sand, that she revisited her life. The events that made up her time on earth, bringing … Continue reading Remains of the day
Skimming
Not being greedy Only taking what's needed Skimming off the top
Serendipity
I went to witness the closing of another day. A sunset of ochre and gold, vermillion and flame. The scent of turmeric and ginger in the air, cinnamon and rooibos, pungent and alluring. Instead I found a mythological messenger. An iridescent creature as delicate as the wind, bringing omens of peace and harmony. Stained-glass wings … Continue reading Serendipity
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