Gloaming

[GreenEyedGirl]

One of my very favorite words.
And I am in the gloaming now. The air outside is a deep shade of rose and lavender, it is heavy with lilac, oak, grass, and moisture. You can taste the heat, you can feel the day's radiation rising from the pavement and lawns.

What a world this must have been before we had pavement, and cars, and aluminum siding to interfere with the gloaming.

No wonder mysticism was so alive then.

I adore this part of spring and early summer, nights with saphhire skies and birds singing the dusk into being.

This is romance if I ever did feel it.

 

[glamorilla]

Beautiful Geg...

And beautiful green eyes too.

 

[Dillinger]

Gloam with me, babe?

 

[Sixth]

Tableau!

Tableau is one of my favourite words. Lost, echo, dance, shadow and soul. A fine collection of lovely sounding, tongue delighting words.

Here’s some foo about being able to taste blue, look into someone’s heart and the way the early morning mist hangs in the air.

Tableau!

 

[Sillyman]

Very beautiful.

 

[Dillinger]

You know - at first I thought you said "glom" - quite a difference a little "a" can make. *smile*

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

The air is getting darker now, almost violet. It is amazing when the air changes colors almost imperceptibly. It hangs on your limbs, like softly weighted fronds, cool and heavy. Leaving light touches on the hairs of your arms.
Breezes playing with the tree limbs, causing the leaves to sigh and stir. Rustling into position. Giving off oxygene in bursts of motion.

Stars are begining to emerge from the sky cover. But the moon is missing.

This is what humanity needs. More nights like this.

 

[sunstruck]

I agree, it's my favorite time of day. The sky is all pinks and blues and the water is black sparkles and soft waves.
Very romantic.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Thanks glam, I think I'll keep them (I'm rather attached to my eyes anyways *lol*)

And yes, a little a makes a big difference Dill.

And Tableau is a great word, brings to mind an ideal image, a glimpse into the center of an idea.

And thank you SM, it really is beautiful here tonight.
I feel priviledged to witness this ease of day into night through gloaming.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

And with one last streak of purple, it is now dark. The air is still fragrant with the smells of all that is blooming and growing. In fact, the fragrances seem stronger now that the light has faded.

There is an arc of dusky purple in the far corner of the sky, the last of the gloaming.

Birds are settling down now that their chorus has brought night about. Sent the last rays of sun over the curve of the sky into tomorrow.

It only lasted a moment, but I can still taste the air it left behind.

 

[glamorilla]

i love feeling it get dark.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

i love feeling it get dark.

I could not agree more.

Gives me the shivers everytime. In that good way.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Everything is pitch now. Black as charchol. Could not see my own hands if they slapped me.
And the air has a cold edge now, all the warmth of the day has dissipated into the sky, burrowed into the trees, escaped.

And cars have started racing into the reverie with their headlights and aging mufflers, cranking up my street with bad muffled music.

Society creeps into everything, doesn't it. *sigh*

 

[freescorfr]

Just a roamin' in the gloamin'
by the bonnie banks o' Clyde
Roamin' in the Gloamin'
Wi' a lassie by my side
When the sun has gone to rest
That's the time that I love best...

Harry Lauder.


Yes GeG. I still sing that. As a teenager, I used to row on the Clyde - the river was filthy, It flowed past the Gorbals. It stank and you couldn't count the turds and condoms, beer bottles and bodies. I exaggerate, there were three bodies I can recall in one year. Not too romantic.

Now, however, it is clean and there are even salmon in the Clyde.

The other aspect of the gloaming is the midgies. It something photography doesn't convey well. It's not only the wonderful evening pictures of the lochs, but also pictures of Africa, Asia, all look so romantic, but there is nothing worse than being plagued by flies.

I feel nostalgic about the Clyde in it's filthy days - my av is from that period. And about midgies, even. Evenings with a fire and cigar smoke to repel them. Romance doesn't always have to be comfortable. In fact, some of my most romantic memories were not born in de luxe accomodation.

My hayloft is very romantic - well I imagine it could be. Blue cobwebs in intermittent moonlight.