Friday, June 13, 2008

Eos

1 comment:

sandwhichisthere said...

The sky is slowly working its way from black to indigo. I am becoming a creature of the night. I went outside at three-thirty this morning and I had to get a sweater. The coolness was so refreshing. To be able to enjoy this part of the day, you have to go to bed very early. I retreat to the bedroom in the afternoon to escape the heat. I have always liked the early morning. The beginning of a fresh new day, a chance to make all new mistakes and listen to the birds awakening. There is one marvel I have always wondered about. The birds make sounds in the grey of morning. Suddenly all noise stops and then the Sun first peeks over the horizon and the noise bursts out in a symphony. What causes the hush that falls over the birds at that time? Are they worshiping or just offering thanks for the day to come? Do farmers do the same thing? Did our distant ancestors sit at the mouth of the cave and hear the hush of a new day?
I have tried to imagine what the Deity of the birds would look like. There would be wings.