In the coolness of the night, the stars shown brightly as a magnificent show in the heavenlies. The crackling of the embers from a fire not yet burned out, reminds me of more solemn days of old. I did not shiver from the low temperatures all around me as the warmth from the fire kept me cozy. I stood with warm vanilla tea in hand, staring at the marvelous scenery all around me. Though the skies were surely dark and the air lightly crisp, I drew a smile amongst tall Evergreens and beautiful Aspens that beheld even the quietest arrangement of this autumn season. A beautiful light danced across the star-filled sky and I watched with wonder as it gracefully fell from one part of the universe to the other. Peace and quiet filled the air as I thought about how this time of rest so fulfilled me and brought joy to my restless heart. Appreciation filled my deepest being and the longing of my heart at that very moment was to be nowhere else but where I was. Contentment was my best friend in the stillness of the silent night. "How thankful I am to be alive this moment", I said to myself. To enjoy the time of solitude beneath the skies that show forth my Maker's sheer brilliance. What a night to remember, to ponder and reflect upon.
Here and now, was all that mattered.
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What a scene, the heavenlies collided with the unseen world of the peace in your soul. Although the earthly elements could not hold you in their wintery grasp the stars captured you.
As a writer, I get the sense that you are capable of really painting a picture with words but there is within you some reservation about using the gift you've been given. That's the purpose for critiques I suppose; Iron sharpens iron...
This is too large a scene to be contained in one paragraph, well, let me re-word that; it's a galactic challenge. I had to read this 3 times to really "get into the scene", which is okay for me, I'm typically not a lazy reader all the time. What do I mean? Well, allow me an example with a quote from this article: "The crackling of the embers from a fire not yet burned out, reminds me of more solemn days of old." How did the crackling of the fire do this? what was it that you were reminiscent on? How did that add to the scene, the moment "you were in" at the time? It didn't connect and the use of the word "solemn" (back then) gave the appearance that the moment NOW was not AS solemn. There's more, but, just read it through a few times as if you were the reader and see what it is you see and then ask yourself if that is what you want to see.....you see?