My most beautiful thing is light.
I've
only REALLY noticed light since moving into this little house on the
side of a hill looking out over the undulating countryside that
stretches south to the English Channel on the far horizon. I noticed
sunlight through trees and moonlight before but since I've been here...
It's
the quality of light that impresses me. Here we are open to the
prevailing wind and overhead the sky is huge. Even on a dull day there
is light somewhere. When the clouds cluster thickly over our ridge
sometimes the curtain lifts to reveal the flat silver sea on a winter's
afternoon and I can see the hidden sunlight reflecting off the seemingly
still surface of the Channel.
And
in the summer when the clouds clear, the sun pours out of the blue sky,
raining heat upon the earth. The light is intense then, rich and
vibrant; it's as if you could touch it with your hands...
But
at night, when the swelling moon lifts herself above the tree tops, the
pale light drenches not only the ground but the air as well, making the
familiar landscape a mystery....
Today
I'm taking part in the My Most Beautiful Thing Blogsplash to
celebrate beautiful things - inspired by Fiona Robyn's new novel, The Most Beautiful Thing.
Bloggers from all over the world are taking part and writing or
posting pictures of their most beautiful things today. Find out
more here and see everyone else's blog posts here.
Nice one Freya.I chickened out of this challenge, finding it impossible to choose my one beautiful thing!
ReplyDeleteI have to admit it was really difficult to chose one thing - there's so much to write about! I chose the light here because that's something that came out of the novel I drafted last year about living with depression...
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful post, you really have a way with words. I love your description of the swelling moon lifting herself above the tree tops - beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Barbara! I 'm glad you liked the swelling moon. I've been criticised in the past for describing the moon as swelling, but it was a bloke who didn't like that description. So maybe it's a women's thing....?
DeleteGorgeous, I can just see it!
ReplyDeleteThanks Fiona!
DeleteHaving only once been near the English Channel and savored the light there, I do see it in my mind's eye, and you are right...there is a very different quality to it. It feels somewhat like the light on a mountain in winter, but less cutting...
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I can see how it would be hard to focus on this one thing when so much draws our hearts. But light.... It's not only lovely, it's vital.
Thank you Kymele! It's so good to discover others experience similar things...
DeleteIt's such a wonderful, visual post, the light really shines through!
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