The night belongs to the fairies and sprites

[rurounihime]

I was walking back to my room tonight from the parking lot and it was so quiet. There are clouds scudded and swirled around the half-moon like sailing spider webs. It is one of those nights where there is a halo of rainbows around the moon through the clouds, and when the cars cease to come up and over the hill, my eyes adjust as if it were still daylight and I can see the barest rings of color around the moon. Patches of black clear after-rain sky, and studded stars here and there, maybe four. Under the trees, the rain is dripping off the pine needles with tiny pit-pat sounds, and the air is clean and moist. There is a light midnight breeze that whispers now and then, and reminds me to raise the collar of my coat. Orestes the owl is hooting again from his second resident pine on the bluff of the quarry, and I nearly trip over three small salamanders meandering over my doorstep. I can hear the screech of a night bird, possibly the owl, once, and then all there is is the breeze, the rain, and the faint whoosh of engines on the road above.

The night belongs to the fairies and sprites more than ever after the rain.

Comments

[visleer.livejournal.com]

If you and I ever took a walk together, we'd be in trouble! The deer (I always seem to end up smack in the middle of groups of deer and not noticing until it's too late) and the moths and the raccoons would be after me, and the owls and salamanders and elves would be after you. We'd trip over ourselves and fall over, prey to the critters of the night!

[visleer.livejournal.com]

post script-- sounds beautiful, by the way. ::opens her window::

[rurounihime.livejournal.com]

But, on the up side, we would become one with nature, and we COULD be invited to dance in a fairy ring... *dreams*

Heh, Orestes can party with Timorn. And I know what you mean about those deer. I have twice managed to stumble in between two of them: once, two bucks, and once, a buck and a doe.

[visleer.livejournal.com]

Lordy! Dangerous .... o.o

I usually only see 1-2 bucks in a year.

[dacro.livejournal.com]

I love nights like that.

I can hear the screech of a night bird, possibly the owl, once, and then all there is is the breeze, the rain, and the faint whoosh of engines on the road above.


Wow. The images and attack on the senses is just beautiful here.

[rurounihime.livejournal.com]

The images and attack on the senses is just beautiful here.

:) Thanks, again, m'luv! I love nights like this. I am such a fall-winter person. I really don't like summer, and spring is... eh...

[dacro.livejournal.com]

I love fall too. Nothing better that clear, crisp and colourful!
*hugs*