It was a steamy twilight here on State Route 222 tonight. It is so humid that a misty haze hung low over the earth as I walked the dog. We have to walk late so she doesn’t keel over from the heat and tonight made me think we should always go late. Something about twilight, that in-between time, is so magical.
As we came around the back of the property I stood by the pond and watched the reflections as the light faded.
There is something so peaceful about being out in nature at night. You could hear the frogs calling to each other and hopping down into the water when we got close to the water’s edge. The red winged blackbirds that nest in the cattails were shuffling around and rattling the branches as they settled in for the night. Fireflies lit up the field like party lights as they came out to play for the night. Bats circled over my head, probably trying to snatch up some of those fireflies as a snack.
I was reminded as I stood watching and listening of a Wendell Berry poem:
“To Know the Dark”
To go in the dark with a light, is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
And find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
And is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
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Thank you for wrriting this