The shadows have been there all day, waiting for the light to slant. The world turns its back on the sun as the shadows tilt onto the ceiling above the kitchen lights.
Twilight awakens my longing, lets it loose like a hungry hound, searching for a bone I buried somewhere long ago. I miss the ones who have left. I hunt for them along the trail of memories, following a familiar path that leads to the river. Here as always, I lose their scent.
Evening washes the room gray. My eyes cannot adjust; details fade like memories. Darkness brings its own weariness. I wear it like a cloak or shroud. I am too tired to go further. I long to hibernate, to crawl inside the barren night, and sleep and sleep and sleep.
I listen to the lullaby of dark; I am weary, friend.
Don’t stop.
But I must sleep away this night that seems to never end. My tears will drown me if I do not stop.
Don’t close your eyes.
Why? Just a bit of rest and I will start again.
There is no starting after that sleep.
How far until the light?
year-struck 
so beautiful, yearstricken… the photography too. beautiful.
Thank you, Shimon.
O, Wind, if Winter comes,
Can Spring be far behind?
I am looking forward to Spring’s return.
Quietly touched. Longing to hibernate, it isn’t my time yet. Tapping my feet as if that will hurry the dawn. Thinking of you there today. Dan
Thanks, Dan. More light always helps and the days are getting longer.
“The world turns its back on the sun…” What an appropriate setting for this melancholy of dusk and death.
Waiting for the slow turning back.
‘What evil lurks in the heart of man?’ “Only the Shadow knows!”
But the Shadow never tells.
Because, in the words of Jack Nicholson from “A Few Good Men” ‘We can’t handle the truth’..
A beautiful piece of writing. So evocative
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
A plaintive and magical whisper.
Thank you for reading, Kathryn.
Beautiful and disturbing. Makes me wanna drink a two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew with a couple of 5-Hour Energy chasers.
Beautiful and disturbing – that pretty much sums up small children. 🙂
Beautifully written! Lovely images. You are truly gifted!
Thank you, Iltana.
Wow. What a strange and magical ride this was.
Thank you for reading.
Your writing is beautiful! Emotional and touching for me. I always enjoy your photos as well.
Thank you for reading.
Your words wake powerful emotions. I feel blessed each time. Thanks
It makes me happy to hear you say so, Myra.
hello, ms. yearstricken… a very creative way to talk about one’s inability to fall asleep. nice pics, too… 🙂 warm regards. ~ San
Thanks for reading. Glad you liked the pictures.
hello, again, year-stricken… i like the pictures but appreciate the prose even more – there is cadence and drama in the narrative. it’s a bit like a soul trying to quiet itself, firmly and gently. 🙂 warm regards… ~ San