Coming into day
Night falls, day breaks, where do these phrases originate? Is it that day "breaks" the hold that night has on the sky, the world - at least one hemisphere at time?Is night gathered in a little ball high up in space waiting for release at sunset? Where does it fall from? Space?
I watch the onset of the day most mornings, circadian rhythms deep in tune with the movement of Apollo in the east so that I wake just as the sky is paling, night retreating, gathering her skirts of dark about her, folding up the tent that has made home for the stars and sliding off, a slow dilution into light the only thing that marks her passing.
For me, the sun is inextricable from day; the entrance in the east a burning spear of light heralded by banners of pink, of lavender, a gaudy show of power as the golden touch brings colour back into the world, multi-hued midas banishing the gentle greys and subtleties of nightime with a blare of pageantry and pomp.
I love the night. Its gentle songs and lullabies creating magics I am blind to in the brazen light of day; the night is time suspended, no hot golden orb ticking across the sky marking all our moments with a shadow now long, now short, now long again, inexorable momentum to the future measured in the steady turn of east to west.
Night is constant , whirling in one place, kaliedoscope not metronome, giving time to hold the wonders of the world inside your heart. To drink your fill of them and even overflow and capture moments of the magic in a phrase or two sometimes.
At least I hope so.