My FAVORITE time of day is right before the sun sets. The air is heavy with the day’s activities. Everything is slowing down. A little bit of daylight hangs in the air as nightfall encroaches.
There is something fun and mysterious about that term. And no, I’m not talking about the movie or the series (although those were good too!).
Being outside in the evening air in many ways, I think, is just good for the soul.
One of my favorite fictional characters, Anne Shirley, describes twilight in these terms:
“It was a September evening and all the gaps and clearings in the woods were brimmed up with ruby sunset light. Here and there the lane was splashed with it, but for the most part it was already quite shadowy beneath the maples, and the spaces under the firs were filled with a clear violet dusk like airy wine. The winds were out in their tops, and there is no sweeter music on earth than that which the wind makes in the fir trees at evening.” -Anne of Green Gables
Though she was describing Canada, I see a bit of what she was talking about here in Saline County, Missouri.
Near Marshall we have BEAUTIFUL sunsets in the wide open skies above the cornfields. We hear the songs of tree frogs and cicadas and crickets pierce the thick evening air. We hear the wind play a song through the tree leaves.
A time of beauty and a time of rest. All your work for today is done. Now relax and enjoy the evening like it was meant just for you. In the words of Anne:
"Isn't this evening just like a purple dream, Diana? It makes me so glad to be alive. In the mornings I always think the mornings are best; but when evening comes I think it's lovelier still."
I feel fairly confident in saying that probably everyone who has ever lived in the country has a story about a dirt road. Personally, I love dirt roads. I love the cloud of dust that rises up when a truck drives across one (although once I lived right by a gravel road and I didn’t like said dust ALL OVER my porch decorations).
This dirt road is one of many just outside of the Marshall city limits. When I look at a dirt road, I can almost see a place the way it may have been 150 years ago before asphalt, before big machines, and before cars. Just horses and wagons making ruts in the grass. Something about the idea of that simpler time appeals to me.
Who told us that we have to be so BUSY these days? So many people I know are always running around, busy, moving through life at such a fast pace. I can include myself in that description more times than I would like to count.
Yet, nearly every time I see a dirt road, I automatically slow down as if to take in the simple beauty of nature and the slower pace of life.
There is something about the harvesting corn and wildflowers waving in the breeze that makes me think maybe this is what life is about instead of DEADLINES, APPOINTMENTS, and SELFIES (not that there’s anything wrong with selfies. See Blog Post #1).
Many of the early poets and writers regularly communed with nature, and through those times of closeness with the earth around them drew INSPIRATIONS for amazing works. I plan to take time today to appreciate the landscape and let it take me back to what is simple, beautiful, real, and breathtaking.
Will you join me?
Thanks for stopping by! I'm a student turned teacher turned writer turned part-time tutor, postcard hobbyist, and landscape photograph enthusiast. I have zero formal training in photography, but I love the art of visual documentation. I lived the first 30 years of my life in Oklahoma until I made a major life change (long story and I'd love to tell it sometime!), met my husband, moved to Marshall, and became a bonafide Missourian. My husband Derick owns our hobby shop, and we have a 2-year old son Rafe who loves just about everything these days (except spinach). If you ever see me around town with a camera pointed at a sunset, please say hi. I'd love to be friends. :)