Brentjp99 (completed)
Final burn
A glowing orb, it's edges shimmering in horizon's haze, descends with galactic inexorability as night falls in the mountains. The sky blazes with the final throes of daylight, and distant rocky crags stand in sharp silouette to it's muted fire. Swallows chirp and call to each other as they settle to their roosts in the towering rock walls above.
In the fading warmth, one will always pause and fall silent to watch the sun's last moments, a revered and brief minute of the day, as man's instinct reflects on times when our ancestors would make their way to their caves of safety with coming night. One feels this imprint in one's heart; trepidation for day's passing; dark night fears creeping.
For us, as surely it was for them, it means a last nod to the day, and the promise of shelter in the mountains, the solace of tallowlight over a cooking stove, and the warmth of goosedown against skin.
Final burn
A glowing orb, it's edges shimmering in horizon's haze, descends with galactic inexorability as night falls in the mountains. The sky blazes with the final throes of daylight, and distant rocky crags stand in sharp silouette to it's muted fire. Swallows chirp and call to each other as they settle to their roosts in the towering rock walls above.
In the fading warmth, one will always pause and fall silent to watch the sun's last moments, a revered and brief minute of the day, as man's instinct reflects on times when our ancestors would make their way to their caves of safety with coming night. One feels this imprint in one's heart; trepidation for day's passing; dark night fears creeping.
For us, as surely it was for them, it means a last nod to the day, and the promise of shelter in the mountains, the solace of tallowlight over a cooking stove, and the warmth of goosedown against skin.