This is part of a daily writing project in conjunction with photographer Sarah Tesar. For every day of May 2017 I will be writing a short piece inspired by Sarah’s daily photos as posted on her Instagram feed.
Photo © 2017 Sarah Tesar
The stars come out at night. From all around, even from below. They sparkle and shimmer and dim and glow. With glistening light it’s as if some shine through imperfect apertures in the cloth of black eventide.
Others form like diamonds, or silver-green leaves of solid ice. They reflect the moon’s power back up, lighting the dusk air all around. Dark yet in sight; bright when all is cold. A quiet, open stage with no actors, only scenery.
This is the luminous twilight. Sight without sun; day within night.
© 2017 Andrew Hall Writes