“When the night is cold and you can’t find anything
(There’s nothing there to be found)
And your will to survive’s at an all time low
(Moon is shining)
The spirit will fly and return with a new found energy
(Keep your heart like a swan)
So keep it within, delight as your garden grows”
The nights are certainly getting longer this time of year. When I took Belle for her walk this morning…I was taken aback by the beauty of the sky. Above…the stars of Orion softly twinkling behind a sheer veil of high, wispy cirrus clouds. And to the west…a bank of low cumulus clouds set aglow from behind with moonlight. Suddenly…a clearing just slightly larger than, and centered on, the lunar orb…nearly full in phase. The sky within this portal…surrounding the moon… a delicate, bluish hue. I had to smile at this unexpected beauty…on this dark, early autumn Carolina morning.
“And the man up in the moon is shining
good fortune down on me
And the man up in the moon is shining
Sweet love, sweet love.”
This song…hard to believe nearly twenty years old…notable for its analog synthesizer accompaniment.
“Do be kind and civilized
and don’t descend into the dark abyss.”
~ Erasure, from Man in the Moon
Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, as from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brush fire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes.
~ Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale
Stepping outside, this autumn evening…Venus still burning bright in the west…chasing the sun, already fallen into the abyss over the horizon. Darkness ascending in the east…relentlessly. From the woods…now fading into shadows…the soft, eerie whimpering of a screech owl, welcoming the nightrise.