Saturday, 24 January 2015

The stars that shine the loudest

Being my first Winter in Scotland, it's impossible not to notice the length of the nights. Sixteen hours long! Born and raised in Australia where the days and nights share time more equally, this is still new to me...and I love it. 

The urge to snuggle and hibernate beneath knitted wool and stories is almost over whelming. My fireside seat is a nest of mis-shapen cushions and messy blankets and the mind drifts languidly around subjects, as though they are shaded figures quietly passing in the darkness. Of course there are a few shady creatures that climb in under the covers but the less said about them the better...

The valley where I live is known for its lack of pollution – the Observatory that is situated along the road was placed here for that very reason– and so I am blessed with the clearest of clear skies. A few nights ago the night was so clear and crisp that I could swear the stars were bigger! Not only bigger but I could see all their different colours and variations in size and oh gosh, they twinkled – really twinkled! 

a little picture arrived, just a quick one...








" Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And, they are watching me. "

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore





1 comment:

  1. Lovely to know you're the other side of this magical starlit valley creating beautiful artwork!

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