Evening's End
By Joshua Goodwin
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The night came like a gentle breeze of shadowed brilliance, the
sun yawned a crimson gild into the darkening clouds, tingeing their billowed
hulls with scarlet, their masts of white ruffled up into the soft blue of
twilight. The hills fell into a gray shadow, as though allowing their emerald
fancy of daytime to be washed with the coal darkness of night. Soon, the clouds
fell into the pitch ebony, the sun retreating to eventual black. The clouds
could only be seen where the moon gave them light, like wispy craft of silver
fantasy, drifting over its paled face, its halo becoming dusted with sterling. I
sat on the water tank, like I always did, watching day relent to darkness,
listening as bird song silenced and the crickets’ symphony sparkled with the
starlight. The clouds slowly slunk away from the heavens, like a flock of
wandering spirits they left the skies open, the moon shrugged off its murky coat
and breathed its light onto the land. In a few moments, the world was lit with
tones of shadow, a colorless world of ashen grays, the trees loomed over the
dusky pastures. There was a beauty in everything, but this world of moonlit
night seemed outside reality, a cool, soothing breeze of moon-swept rays
spangled the world with its sleepy illumination. In the forest behind me I heard
an owl greet its dawn, the beginning of its awakening, its hollow echoes soared
over the paddocks with the gentle wind. The air unshackled the humidity of day,
the cool breezes whispered through the trees, loosing the binds of warm
moisture. Somehow the air became more pure, a dryer, sweeter breeze without the
clinging summer heat, free to sweep through the downy grasses. I found my mind
free of thought, no hindrance of worry or concern, as though the dissipation of
daylight had pulled my troubles over the hills and into a world of lost memory,
awaiting dawn to release them to me once more. I closed my eyes and allowed
serenity’s gentle symphony to drown my plagues, I accepted her tender kiss of
soothing wind, and knew that I may yet live.
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