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An Evening Out

We turned once more round Centennial Park, the sun setting fire to our Tall City, a dancing light reflecting possibility — oh, the astounding beauty of a West Texas evening. —C.L. Fisher, October 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributedContinue reading “An Evening Out”

Adrift

The rays drift in,  finding enough  space to gather  together, form  an angle of light,  an island adrift  that leaves  the room cold  in comparison. ….I sit, adjacent, dimmed by sunset, but my soul travels  over, pools  with the huddled warmth, and imagines the sun rising… tomorrow. —C.L. Fisher, July 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, allContinue reading “Adrift”

The Flickering Hour

I’m settling in from the day, leaning into my everything- from-here chair, where I write, draw, read, think…..I reflect on the day, replay moments, consider all that happened from my 4am waking to this slow ending, sun fading on the horizon like pixie-dust, the curtain across from me haloed with the last amber light likeContinue reading “The Flickering Hour”

A Whole World Waits

If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere. —Laura Ingalls Wilder The next time you step into  a field or walk your neighborhood, consider it a museum, a fine arboretum, a famous concert hall, and see the wildflower, hear the birdsong, feel the undulations of a west wind as you watch  the sunContinue reading “A Whole World Waits”

Lingering

I hope for a lingering day, moments stretching long and leaning into the warmth of a slow rising sun  that decides to amble across the sky, a casual stroll before allowing the full moon  to rise, the evening embracing us in twilight’s dreamy lilac and amber glow, and the moment, a holding breath,  leading upContinue reading “Lingering”

Quieting Hours

The sun is setting,  making a golden puddle of light through a shaft in the curtains.  I am sighing away the day’s hours,  reliving moments of joy  and also the tensions  that come with existing during this incongruous time.  The honeycomb  pattern in the drapes  diffuses the last evening light so beautifully, and I amContinue reading “Quieting Hours”