All across the fields the night was moving... stealing silently through the trees and over the animals - nudging some into wakefulness while whispering sleepy stories to others - taking back the colours and the bloom of light, covering all things with the soft blanket of blessed darkness.
As the world changes, all manner of creatures fall asleep and fall awake. It is as if the care of the land is handed over to the night watch - the ones who see what we cannot. I stood and felt the comfort of the night embrace me. How blissful it is to drift into its arms and offer no resistance. It is like disappearing, blending, falling... a perfection in to which no lines are drawn. All becomes one - tree, hill, owl and man. We all know our true connection under the soft gaze of darkness. It is so painful to leave it - and increasingly so. Just the thought of the acid glare of streetlights scrapes at my senses. Hard pavements and sharp corners hurt my very essence - I feel the harshness of it, so unyielding and dead. Out here in the fields, all is breathing and alive. Out here life turns and shifts, rolls and flows, never ceasing as it moves into and out of form in a seamless dance of eternal love. Out here I can join that dance with ease, and in the celebration, know who I am.