Just a Quiet Night, but still a Splendid Night


Some nights the air feels softer. The sky the perfect velvety black that shows off the diamond like stars. This night feels like one of those magical nights, where times present meshes in some strange way with the air of ancient times.
Candles lit, Irish music playing in the background. Altan is playing right now. If it weren't for the rather hungry masses of mosquito's outside it would be the perfect night to have a fire burning in the pit. There is something so old feeling to a fire glowing bright against the night. The snapping and popping of the fire, the way the shadows dance in the darkness. You could be living in any time period and experience the same feelings. Insects humming their own tune, frogs croaking in the nearby creek. Often times we sit around this fire and loose track of time completely for there are no clocks to dictate the rules. No phone to pull us away, no television or computer. Conversations that roll on and on about deep philosophical matters or just about the way the flames are jumping. We often play the roll of a bard and tell our family history. When the children were younger they tried to memorize the family line just to share on those nights by the fire pit.
Tonight we had to settle for the candles, but still you could feel the ancient aspects of the night. No doubt it was the way the moon looked or the way the stars sparkled in the sky or perhaps it was the mood from the music. Part of me is already hungry for autumn, and yet its just the first day of summer. I love the crispness of fall time, and the sight of your breath coming out in steamy little puffs. It is not that time yet, and I hate to rush time, for its already accelerating with the growing number of years behind me.
For me, life is so full of emotions, thoughts, smells, sights, feelings, that each day is exciting, new but also full of memories, remembrances. I love both the new and the pieces of the past that come to mind by something as simple as the familiar scent of something.
Its time for me to crawl into bed, to dream dreams and breath deeply, long deep yoga breaths, as I have done for decades before sleep. Its time to put the day to bed too, and rest up for another great adventure in life tomorrow.
Simple stuff, no doubt.

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