Night is starting to fall.
It's the very best time of day or night, when the sky still glows blue, but things on the ground are hard to see. Little sounds are magnified, stars are beginning to wink. White things, pale things, seem to glow in the darkness with their absorbed light. The sheep will be the last thing I see, other than the glowing golden lights on the far shore, and the car lights passing on the curve along the shore.
1/22/04
A Great Big Lark is a personal blog that I began as a place to practice and experiment with my writing, and to record and flesh out stories I was finding while researching my family’s history here in the Chesapeake Bay region.I enjoy exploring the historical and geographical contexts of my family stories, but I also write about folklore and regional history. Many of my posts are parts of a ‘work in progress’ of connected essays, and some of my posts are just "thoughts."
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