i love being up at the ass-crack of dawn.
it's so quiet, and it's so cold. it's beautiful as the sky lightens from pitch to grey, the stars still high and bright but begining to fade. and it feels as if the fabric that stretches between this world and the next is so thin that it might not be there at all. if you found the right spot, at the right moment, when the boundaries between past, present and future dissolve completely, then you could slip through. and you see ghosts, you talk to the dead, you understand deep mysteries that have no name. and then the sky lightens, it keeps lightening, just a shade at a time, and the mist recedes and the stars all but vanish, and folks start turning on lights, starting their cars, shuttling off to work. and the world is solid again.
but for that precious half-hour between night and day, especially this time of year, everything is sacred. everything is magic. and the dawn glows with the potential of the day, as if i had to wake this early in order to trade the darkness for the sun, and it couldn't have been done another way.
::mid-day good news!::
today has been a money day- no more broke Hyena! my dad just repaid me for some plane tickets we'd both forgotten about, and i got the money from the prints i sold at ECU's holiday art sale. i'm feelin' like a million bucks! or, at least $625.
love.
-Hyena.
it's so quiet, and it's so cold. it's beautiful as the sky lightens from pitch to grey, the stars still high and bright but begining to fade. and it feels as if the fabric that stretches between this world and the next is so thin that it might not be there at all. if you found the right spot, at the right moment, when the boundaries between past, present and future dissolve completely, then you could slip through. and you see ghosts, you talk to the dead, you understand deep mysteries that have no name. and then the sky lightens, it keeps lightening, just a shade at a time, and the mist recedes and the stars all but vanish, and folks start turning on lights, starting their cars, shuttling off to work. and the world is solid again.
but for that precious half-hour between night and day, especially this time of year, everything is sacred. everything is magic. and the dawn glows with the potential of the day, as if i had to wake this early in order to trade the darkness for the sun, and it couldn't have been done another way.
::mid-day good news!::
today has been a money day- no more broke Hyena! my dad just repaid me for some plane tickets we'd both forgotten about, and i got the money from the prints i sold at ECU's holiday art sale. i'm feelin' like a million bucks! or, at least $625.
love.
-Hyena.
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knine:
Hey , Im glad to see you made it out of N.O. ok. Do you plan on going back?
providencia:
It seems that this day was a full day of riches for you. 