As Darkness Fades to Light the Day
By Barclay
Fall has a special place for me. There are all the colors on the trees, the crisp air, and lingering summer warmth. It starts as the early morning light begins to grab hold and control the night's darkness. The still of the darkest hour, begins to rustle with a gentle breeze. The hew changing leaves, now less bendable, emanate a crinkling sound as that wind blows through them. It is followed by the first of the birds singing their wake-up calls.,
To the west, the dark is in command, the stars still quite visible, but to the east, as I turn, the soft glow of morning light gently arcs the sky. Each minute, shades dance, enchanting the mind to see a misinterpreted object or form. Later, when the light is more present, those assumptions will become silly, once the true identity is viewed. The grass is always wet, dewy from the cool fall air. Footprints will be seen, not unlike walking through a dusting of snow, until the daylight dries them away from view. So many textures to the morning sky. Rich dark blue/blacks dotted with twinkling stars and other celestial objects.
A sliding scale to the brightest blue contrasts, then exchanged through the pinks, oranges, and the onset of daylight. The imagery is duplicated in the glass like lake, showing a wondrous mirror of the sky. The yet unlit mountains behind the lake adds borders, in jagged contrasts and points, framing the view. That morning breeze dances across my face, still cool from the night. Its a little more energetic now and begins to ripple the stillness of the lake, causing the moorings to creek in their haunting moans, the boats adding some clanking of cleats and sounds of stretching lines.
Just a lap at the shore can be heard now, with more birds joining the chorus. Across the lake the echo of the first car's tired whining on the road can be heard, I am not alone any longer on this day. The wind has now tossed the aroma of the cottages wood burning in the fireplaces mixing with the unmistakable scents of the fall. Getting lost in the moment, it’s easy to forget about time on a morning like this. Drifting through the bliss of sunrise, breathing in its scents, absorbing all the intense and changing views, rejuvenates the soul to flourish through another day.