Blue Hour

[rejectomorph]

This is the time poised between night and day when the sky is painted only in shades of blue. Above, there are high clouds of powder blue, floating in cobalt light. Along the southern horizon lie bands of lower clouds in a deep shade of steel blue that is almost grey. In the east, there is the faintest hint of lavender blue, which will soon turn pink. A few stars still shine, and the crescent moon has not yet paled. This is the most serene of skies, which lies over a world just glimmering out of shadow, where nothing stirs, where the birds have yet to wake and sing. I'd like to hold back the dawn a little longer, and savor the stillness, washed in soft, dim blue.

Comments

[trippykel.livejournal.com]

You seem entranced by your surroundings, constantly writing of the changes and wonders of your world. It's a nice insert in my friends page, balances out life.

[rejectomorph]

Thanks. I've found that observing the world around me is far less likely to bore me than is observing myself. I just wish I'd found this out earlier. I'd have avoided a great deal of narcissistic ennui.

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[trippykel.livejournal.com]

Aah yes. Well, narcissism does have its points. I like introspection, but not to the exclusion of all else. I find that a balance works best. Your obtrusively visual posts even out the introspective ones that run through the rest of my friends page. I have found myself seeing the world around me with new eyes lately. It is a good thing.