The night is upon us . The house is quiet , everyone in their beds sleeping , no sound from the outside the boys (coyotes) must be hunting or settled somewhere else tonight . The train with it’s lonely whistle through the darkness is not to be heard tonight as well . All is quiet so I will settle under my blankets absorbing the warmth of them and drift off to dream land… goodnight everyone.
I honestly believe that love is the hardest part of living , but at the same time best part of living .. yes love can feel so good and make you feel this deep sensation deep down inside to your soul and yet at the same time can be the hardest and saddest most painful feeling you ever experienced . How can one word one feeling be so complicated an the most best or worst thing in your life . Love is such a powerful word .
When I look at you I see a young man standing before me so strong and ready to conquer the world , but then when I look in those blue eyes I see that little boy that could melt my heart with just a tug on my leg looking up at me to pick him up and hold him and that smile you gave when I did just broke me I just never wanted to let you go , but I need to it’s time now , your grown and you are letting go you crave for that freedom to be you … all the dreams you hold in your heart there ready to explore. I must and I will let go but in my eyes you will always be that littlle boy with the big smile looking up at me I will hold that memory close to my heart forever.
We need more love is this world to wash out the hatred that is so upon us. We need to stop all this hatred life is too precious …why I ask do we hurt each other ? Why is it easier to hate then love !… I look up at the beautiful blue sky and I ask how is it so beautiful when down here where I’m standing is so ugly . Why do we feel the need to destroy one another in so many different ways , ? we are all in this world together let us come together and conquer this evil that so badly wants to destroy us.
The night darker then usual the moon is covered in clouds ,no shadow upon my walls instead a very darken room filled with nothing but quietness ..and my thoughts that seem to occupy my mind. Endless thoughts with no place to escape . What to do if only I knew the answers….
I do not know what it is about night time that I find myself writing …maybe the calmness, or the quietness through out the house that brings my thoughts together. Or maybe the sound of my husband snoring keeping me awake hahaha , hmm is that is possible 🙂 I know it’s not the eerie sound of the nightly train that roars by with its sad cry of the whistle blowing through the nights darkness . Always sends a chill up my spine even since I was a child, when I was a child we lived next to the train tracks and every night I’d hear the train go by and that whistle blow Something’s just never change as you get older what scares you. I haven’t heard the boys for awhile (coyotes) they been quiet. Sometimes I can hear the owl that’s a sound that can be chilling as well. The evening are getting darker earlier and the feeling of sitting outside at night are becoming quickly replaced with settling in earlier and reading or watching tv . Soon our favorite shows will be back on and will watch them with football of course too. This summer was a very short one so it seemed . Not one of the best ones ….. so Fall will be nice and a change of pace.which is well needed. Well my eyes are getting heavy so I think I will get some sleep .. night everyone.
There is not many of these covered bridges anymore this one is located where I grew up. when I was a little girl it was open to vehicles by the time I became a teenager they closed it due to it’s unsafe conditions the town decided to close it because they did not have the funds to repair it sadly .,, so now it just sits there lonely except for the comfort of the river flowing gently beneath or the occasional people who would walk through or just sit and enjoy the peaceful sound of the river . This was one of the first places where I started my first journal and I could peacefully write at times while I sat and wrote the wind would go through its thin aged wood making a creaking sound sometime it was a bit creepy especially when you where by yourself I still get a chill when I think back . I love that bridge it holds so many memories for me and many others. I hope you enjoy my Photo for this week.