Evening embrace
How slowly evening comes, so slowly, so slowly evening comes, like a fog,
like a meandering fog, slipping into the world, sweeping, crawling in over cities, over houses, over land and over sea.
How quiet, evening comes.
Sweeping quietly, transforms city, house, land and sea into a mass of tones, of shadows, of rest. How steadily, evening comes.
Steadily it comes and moves forward, steadfast, transforming world, life, cities, country.
I can deny it with light, I can deny it with activities, with chores. I can deny and forge ahead, but it steadily comes and catches me.
With evening I become quiet and calm or restless and active. I become scared, pumped up, I become.
Evening brings thoughts and reflections that daily life disperse.
It brings moments of peace, moments of fear, moments of melancholy, of hope, of longing, of death.
I love evening, I hate evening, I look forward to it, embrace it, shun it, avoid it, but in the end, evening is in the midst.
I can ward it off in thought, I can repress it in thought, but I can not push it away, for when evening arrives, then evening is here and I must live with it, breathe in it, acknowledge it.
So it is, light follows dark, and dark follows light, just as surely as east is east and west is west and north and south never change place.
As sure as ants build anthills and fish does not crawl ashore to live its life. As sure as bees returning to the hive with their honey, as lion defends its young, as eagle strikes claws in prey.
So, what can man do other than follow the stages of day, the journey of the sun across the sky, follow the rhythm we are born to, live in, breathe in.
I can let go of demands, musts, tables and welcome evening as a friend, instead of continue to run, continue to climb, continue our commitments.
I can welcome evening calmly, allow it to absorb me, allow it to unite with me, allow it to take over.
I can let go of all I did not finish, the things I wanted to do but could not, or must not, or not dared, or not succeeded with.
It is okay. It is okay. It is okay.
That’s ok, tomorrow’s sun will rise again and I get a new chance, a new time, a new beginning.
Tomorrow I rise, tomorrow I socialize, tomorrow I do anything I dream of doing.
Not tonight, but tomorrow. Tomorrow brings a new chance, a new time, a new beginning.
