Sitting With The Light

Sitting in it. The evening sunlight stretched across my lap like a thin blanket just meant to keep my legs warm. Birds chirp as they nestle in the trees. Their mother's outstretched arms. Fairies flicker in the golden light singing the flowers to sleep. Spirits of the sky and dirt bustle about as the day slips into night. Honey colored rays fade into pale blue steel. Fade into charcoal gray. Fade into black. And, I am sitting in it. The stillness of the dark comforting me, same as the light.