Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Somewhere between evening twilight and darkness, time blurs reality with shadows. It is the time when angels lag behind and evil knows it cannot be seen, you feel small. Do you know this time?
It is the time of day when the wickedness of the world seeps in your room and transforms itself to mystical, dancing pillars of mist. The angels watch, far in the distance but the dancing mist obscures their view. A shadow flinches in the corner, did it actually move?
Reality has blurred with the shadows and they enjoy the deception. You hear voices from everywhere and then nowhere. Your senses have stranded you at the door and nothing about your existence seems it can be trusted.
A pillar of mist rises from the left and calls to you. Speaks of evil things and shocking as it is, you understand. The angels, still standing in the distance, know they must wait. Darkness has not fallen, this my friend is your bewitching hour.
It is at this moment you realize the bewitching hour is all about you. It is up to you to decipher the shadows, not heed the unknown voices and above all not fall victim to the mist. Okay, “So what is real?”
Somewhere from deep within you muster courage and slip the covers ever so slowly down from your head. Your heart tells you the mist does not work in the light find a laugh and from your lips springs a giggle. Then in an involuntary motion your arm reaches for the light.
It is with the illumination you truly can laugh. Your worn out brain forgot you purchased a room humidifier. The mist was mechanically produced, the dancing shadows are the curtains and the unknown voices are the television you left on in the other room.
I think I need a nap.