Evening's End

By Joshua  Goodwin

 

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The night came like a gentle breeze of shadowed brilliance, the sun yawned a crimson gild into the darkening clouds, tingeing their billowed hulls with scarlet, their masts of white ruffled up into the soft blue of twilight. The hills fell into a gray shadow, as though allowing their emerald fancy of daytime to be washed with the coal darkness of night. Soon, the clouds fell into the pitch ebony, the sun retreating to eventual black. The clouds could only be seen where the moon gave them light, like wispy craft of silver fantasy, drifting over its paled face, its halo becoming dusted with sterling. I sat on the water tank, like I always did, watching day relent to darkness, listening as bird song silenced and the crickets’ symphony sparkled with the starlight. The clouds slowly slunk away from the heavens, like a flock of wandering spirits they left the skies open, the moon shrugged off its murky coat and breathed its light onto the land. In a few moments, the world was lit with tones of shadow, a colorless world of ashen grays, the trees loomed over the dusky pastures. There was a beauty in everything, but this world of moonlit night seemed outside reality, a cool, soothing breeze of moon-swept rays spangled the world with its sleepy illumination. In the forest behind me I heard an owl greet its dawn, the beginning of its awakening, its hollow echoes soared over the paddocks with the gentle wind. The air unshackled the humidity of day, the cool breezes whispered through the trees, loosing the binds of warm moisture. Somehow the air became more pure, a dryer, sweeter breeze without the clinging summer heat, free to sweep through the downy grasses. I found my mind free of thought, no hindrance of worry or concern, as though the dissipation of daylight had pulled my troubles over the hills and into a world of lost memory, awaiting dawn to release them to me once more. I closed my eyes and allowed serenity’s gentle symphony to drown my plagues, I accepted her tender kiss of soothing wind, and knew that I may yet live.

 

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