The Orange Glow Of The Night

The last of the leaves are being blown from the trees… Winter has finally arrived… The chill of the night is sharply enhanced by the wind… Thirty mile per hour gusts… And the first snow i have seen this season… Life is simple… Life is grand… Life is peachy…

The essence of the late night atmosphere—however you choose to look at it—is really about heightened awareness… The obvious lack of sight awakens your other senses… Take a moment and listen to the natural rhythm of your surroundings… Once the melody is established… Foreign noises will jump out of the sound scape… Disturbance of the rhythm… Is a disturbance of the natural peace… A foreign being… A predator… how true to life…

Tonight I am not alone… Neighbors cat… And the sound of the wind… Snowflakes in the orange street lights… And that oh so familiar constant dog barking in the distance… Winter in Wilkinsburg is something else… No one screaming… No one fighting… Just me…

Some abandoned houses whistle in the wind… Loose boards clap… And old floors moan… The wind-blown leaves rustling on the ground… Are what bind the song together… A song that you would never hear… Unless you took the time to stop what you are doing… And let nature teach you… Be ready to listen… And always be willing to learn…

nature is the ultimate artist – chriscondello

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2 thoughts on “The Orange Glow Of The Night

  1. mjtannian says:

    This is a great point. I’ve never thought about it. “The essence of the late night atmosphere—however you choose to look at it—is really about heightened awareness.” I think there are other factors, but lack of sight might be the main one. There’s something about the night that’s beautiful and still and contemplative.

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  2. beverlydyer says:

    Beautifully written Chris. Thanks for visiting the Art Prescription!!

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