Dusk

That’s about all for the light, he thought to himself as he sat on the front porch.

The hill began to fade into silhouettes of black mass against the dying sun.

The clouds lingered, transfixed by remnants of the light.

The day was cooled by a light evening breeze as it drifted up the hollow.

It was like a recurrent dream witnessing the death of the day.

It whispered “remember, remember” things long forgotten. 

There is an eerie chill in some memories;

some meant to recall not the actual event but the feeling,

while others are the twist in the gut better left alone.

Tonight was a feeling of innocence.

A feeling of peace that had been absent in recent years.

You can spend too much time bottling up your emotions

and not enough time letting them go.

Tonight he let his guard down just enough

to capture a moment of innocent peace.

It caught him by surprise, and he was glad of it.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I think dusk here is symbolic of the end of life. Sometimes, if we are fortunate, we can be at peace with our lives by then.

[Neville]

if ya dont get that feeling around dusk.. then its gonna elude ya or at least another full circle......

[Robert Trakofler]

oh I like that feeling you expressed! need a porch I live in an alley not much to look at from here but I sure like your view:)