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Entry one-seventeen: From dusk till dawn, as they say. |
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I'd sit on the lawn in the middle of the night and trace the stars across the sky when the first light broke into the horizon, I melted away with the stars into the morning. Of course, the birds twitched awake and sang for the sun, communicating where the best breakfast was or flittering their wings in little bird baths. But there I'd lie, in the dew of the morning grass- which, oddly enough, was tinted a blue-green in my eye. I inhaled the day, and it smelled of dirt. Dirt and sky. I never noticed that. The sky has a smell. And what a smell it is. Kind of.. like warmth. The bread baking in the oven, or maybe the smell of an antique book, coupled with a hint of that sweet, mouth-watering smell of walking into a candy store. A butterfly landed on me in my stillness, not anywhere in particular, just on my ankle. It folded and unfolded its wings, seeming perfectly content to take in the sun that bathed onto my body. The butterfly was a tiny thing, not one of those white ones, but a light purple-dyed beauty with a hint of black on the ends of its wings. It flew away after a few minutes, and I waved it goodbye as it found its way higher almost going towards the sun in its path for a warm spot to be. The sun, though, flared with a great intensity and nearly blinded me. Its light and warmth seeped into my skin and filled me up and out, to the point where I exhilarated happiness. And before I knew it, my dear friend the sun turned its life over to the twilit land. It caressed the tips of trees, and their shadows cast over the land like the sun was losing a battle with the night. So the sun faded away behind the trees, and there came the sky. It was drenched a sherbet orange at first, and tinted its way down to a red where the red soon faded to a purple as the sun fell further behind the final horizon, and night overcame my world. Darkness enveloped around the sky, and little bits of lights poked out to show the way down the path of the universe. I'd sit on the lawn, still, in the middle of the night, and I'd trace those stars across the sky as they led me on over the horizon with them down the path of life.
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Wed Aug 26, 2009 @ 03:25am · 0 Comments |
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