Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
                                                             – Jane Kenyon

Evening is the time when birds sing good night.

Evening is the time when city slowly calms itself.

Evening is the time when sky starts its magical color show.

But anyway, here’s a situation:

Have you been up all night, watching the sky from 3 AM to 9 AM specifically?

Have you been idle at evening, watching the sky from 3 PM to 9 PM specifically?

If you have, you’ll know this.

If you haven’t, you have to do it to know it.

From 3 AM to 5 AM, it is pitch black. From 3 PM to 5 PM, it is bright daylight.

The magic show starts after around 6:30, on both the times.

In the morning, the sky transitions from pitch black to white and then to other colors depending on the weather.

In the evening, the sky transitions from probably white to pitch black of night sky.

In this whole magical tale of cycle, there is one thing that is not just consistent but also the most splendid beauty a being can ever see: the blue tones that occur between 7 to 9 in both morning and evening. The best shade, the very masterpiece of the nature and universe as well. One must be the luckiest, the most blessed, the deserving soul to be able to watch this, feel this color of the sky. It is not just a color, it is the world itself awaking from its slumber. It is the most beautiful of all, most tender of all the flower in this universe that blooms and sleeps and blooms again at the rise and set of the sun.

There is this one more thing that is also special about this moments: the songs of the birds. They start around 4 to 5 at both morning and evening as well. Also, as you can guess, in morning they might be singing good morning and at evening they must be singing good night. Most people say that one can wake up with the sounds of birds. Some believe that the birds singing is the sign of dusk and dawn. I won’t deny on this one but I actually do not believe that singing of birds can wake you up (unless you live in a remote region of a city where crows or pigeons reside, then you might wake up). Instead, I think that songs of birds tend to do two things: 1) Put you to deep slumber whilst you listen to their hymns (that if you are utterly exhausted; physically, mentally and emotionally). 2) Make you mesmerized to their hymns, (this is what happens in most cases). You can become so mesmerized to their songs that you might hear nothing else but their soothing, tender voices – singing you to serenity and tranquility.

To me, this is awakening. The tender beauty of the blue sky, the tender voice of the singing birds – this is the true awakening. True awakening of a soul, of a being; of a life.

I did not get a chance to take a picture of dawn or of singing birds but the tender dusk. I’d like to share this awakening:

Location: Under the bridge of John A. Roebling Suspension Bridge, Cincinnati, Ohio.                Time: 04.13.2018 | 20.36




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