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Glimmer #25 A Dark Glimmer
When I woke up this morning, the sun was shining on a beautiful coating of pure white snow. The lawn sparkled as if it had been coated with diamond dust. It was lovely.
But this evening, as the sun set, I realized that even more than I love the glittering snow, I love the deep blue that settles over the woods on a winter night.
As the sun begins to go down in the winter, the woods behind our house take on a deep gray/blue color. The sky is even darker behind the trees, turning slowly to black as the shadows deepen. Under the bowed branches of the snow covered trees, shadows grow longer and darker, minute by minute.
I love this time of night, especially in the winter. Tonight I stood on my deck, peering into the woods where mysterious movements caught my eye. What was that?
I know, from my thirty plus years of living here, that the woods are filled with animals. I know that this is the time of day when the predators come out. I know this because I have seen them, slyly moving through the shadows, slinking over the fallen logs. Fox, coyote, fisher and black bear. I know that they are out there.
What I love is that I so rarely see them. They live right here where I live. We experience the same storms, the same cold and heat, the same moon shining down with her cold face.
