Monday, November 5, 2007

Quiet darkness

It is only half past five, but it is like midnight outside. It is empty and still all around, and my daughter is lingering in her afternoon nap. I am startled today by early darkness. I did not properly notice its coming yesterday when we set the clocks back. Perhaps because I am alone, I have given it the chance to envelope me with a forgotten but familiar quietness. In this warm autumn, it is the first sign of coming winter. The hustle and blur of September and October seem to have floated to a soft landing in this gentle blackness.

This gentle blackness - a space for thinking and remembering and hoping and longing and being.

So, in this space I set out to begin to this little journal. A place for my thinking and remembering. A logbook of my hopes and longings. A record of my being.

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