I have given you up to sleep. Not that you have ever been much of a friend of mine, but you are sometimes lovely when I actually do see you. I find you hard to be around when I am so tired all the time and I enjoy the company of Night so much better. I spent the summer in your company, when the Sun was hot and you were so bright. But at the same time, I had to endure you as I worked on days I didn’t want to. So you are a thing I love and hate at the same time.
When it’s winter, I want to sleep you away because you are cold, but there is nothing better than sitting up and your gentle quietness and enjoy your company with a cup of coffee…. or two. Your foggy days are chilly and moody, sometimes like me. But it’s your sunny bright days I love the best. When you shine with so much sparkle, it’s like a fairy tale.
In the spring you are heralding the day with birds and sun and flowers and warmth that is comforting. In the summer you blaze out first thing, like a puppy, ready to spring the heat on me. You can be delightful, but sometimes you are a bit tiring. You are too exuberant for me to want to be that excited to see you. And in the autumn, you are just right. You are cold and crisp, just enough to make me notice you. You smell of spicy fires and cold mountain air. You remind me of your cousin mornings in southern mountains. I like you best of all then.
But even at moments of liking you, I never visit that much because I spend more time with Night. He’s so much more appealing in my writing state. He gets me. He totally understands that I need his enveloping darkness to feel secure.
Ah, Mornings. I don’t know how often we will spend time together, but one day I hope I will be able to enjoy you more. At least you see me a bit more right now that Father Time has set his clock back.
The Girl who likes to sleep
Here I am on a rainy spring night. Yes, it is really finally spring. Bing is confirming it. (I had to check) It’s one in the morning and I just had to type something. I should be picking a picture for Wordless Wednesday, but you are going to get two posts today.
There is something kind of magical about rain on a spring night. The freshness. The clean mountain air where I live. The silence that is far from silent. The air moves differently and you can feel the change.
Right now I’m reading Liz Dalby’s East Wind Melts the Ice. It’s a journal mixed with cultural and historical information of Japan. It takes the Japanese calendar and breaks it down into individual weekly essays. It’s incredibly fun to read, though I have yet to ever finish the book despite checking it out half a dozen times from the library. It’s one of those books that’s so good you don’t want to finish it. Ha ha, that is a really sad excuse, but it’s actually true. I’ve shied away from finishing it.
I am drinking a tepid cup of coffee, though it was hot a bit ago (black, no sugar) and I have Penny and Sparrow’s Ten Boom album playing. Penny and Sparrow are a new band I found after seeing a post by rainydaysandblankets a Tumblr blog. Her blog has got to be one of my most favorite to visit. I really should do a favorites of Tumblr’s blog post. There are some really great blogs out there. Anyways, Penny and Sparrow is a really amazing band of two guys. Check them out if you can. Quite impressive in the folk-slash-rock genre.
Well, now to see what to post for Wordless.
She was stuck in bed. Left to recuperate from a painful past couple of days. She looked out her window, the panes fogging up in cold twilight air. The sky was so clear, but there were sea-foam clouds courting the mountains. Clouds that were graced with lavender and hot pink. Like that of a teenage girl ready for a night on the town.
Lavender skies. Cold. It made her cold just to look at it. Twilight time always made her feel lonely. A bit sad inside. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was that day was done, and the night had not fully come on. And it wasn’t as if the night bothered her. No, she liked the dark velvet skies. Skies filled with millions of twinkling diamonds. No, that didn’t make her feel the sadness.
But twilight. That time between times. When the earth got cold and dark shadows lengthened. Maybe it was the unknown. She always felt like something bad would happen at that time. And she felt it most in the winter.
Twilight in the summer was different. Safer. Warmer. Now it was so cold. So very cold.
She switched on a light by her bed and the room filled with the warmth of being inside on such a cold day.
And like her… whoever she is, I am stuck in bed, trying to feel better, so well, perfect time for some self-pitying flash fiction. I have been really bad about getting any more haikus out, but hopefully tonight or tomorrow, or sometime.