Friday, December 11, 2009

Cat's Light


I love twilight. It's my favorite time of day. I sat on my bed tonight observing the sun go down behind Montour Ridge in the southwest and the sky gradually darken from sky blue with gray and white clouds to the deep rich dark blue of twilight. I love the bare trees silhouetted against the clouds of the late afternoon sky and then against the twilight sky. I remember summer nights sitting on the back porch of our house in Hartford during the twilight. Watching the flock of pigeons someone had circling the block, their wings catching the last of the sunlight that day. The quiet and calm of that block in the midst of the city--gardens and grapevines and clotheslines and rose bushes and the beagles next door. So much nature in the midst of the city. The cat from next door I called Friend because she was so friendly and visited quite often. We were pregnant at the same time and I felt a kinship with her. She even brought her kittens visiting a few times.


And later afternoons in our house in Turbotville, walking down the road to see a view of the sun just disappearing over the hills to the west. Watching the sun actually getting smaller as the hills gradually hide it. Catching that moment when there is just a dot of light, then suddenly it's gone. Here on Montour Ridge, we watch the sun set through gaps in the trees, so we don't get a gorgeous sunset unless we are driving home through the fields below to the North--there we have spectacular views of the fields and distant hills topped by the western sky. Sometimes I stop to catch that moment when the sun winks out.


And here, at home on the Ridge, sitting on the back stoop; don't do that as often as I did in Hartford in the days before children, but I do it sometimes and I do often sit in my room and watch the sky at this time. I remember one night early in our days here being outside by the apples trees at twilight with the cats roaming around outside--cat's light, the twilight is called and it's appropriate. It's such a peaceful time of day. A time to turn on the lights of home and pause for a breath. The work of the day is winding down and that makes life more peaceful.

(I'm updating the look of my blog--still trying to find a good photo for the title.)