A moment (smoke, moon)

I have always liked candlelight and never liked the smell of an extinguished candle. Lately, stepping outside to blow my candle out in the fresh air, just before I get in bed for the night, has become a favorite moment of many nights. Even with the dark and chill off the sea, I can't resist the stars, must pilgrimage down the steps and to the edge of the yard, cupping my lit votive, to greet the stars and moon in the noise of the passing traffic. I feel like a high priestess or a young pagan nun at such times  — and full of wonder, full of solemnity, myself familiar (just a very little bit) to the night sky.

8 comments:

Sarah Louise 3/27/2012 5:53 AM  

diese "post" ist wunderschun. And I am so jealous that you are so close to the sea. And I still owe you that German Vogue.

sui 3/27/2012 12:32 PM  

oh, holly... how your prose is poetry. <3

Holly 3/27/2012 6:49 PM  

SL - Danke danke sehr.

sui - I am so un-oriented in prose-land...I have NEVER dreamed of writing a novel.

Erin 3/27/2012 8:23 PM  

the noise OF THE SEA.

Holly 3/27/2012 8:41 PM  

Erin, cracking up here.

odessa 3/27/2012 8:42 PM  

oh, this so magical.
i hate the smell of an extinguished candle too.

Jenica 3/28/2012 5:56 PM  

Beautiful. Thank you for sharing this moment.

Holly 3/28/2012 7:59 PM  

Jenica - My pleasure.

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