Movement

Dylan quickly glanced up and down the cobbled stone street before returning his gaze to the untouched glass of wine. He was certain that Jenny would walk by the cafe on her way home from work – any minute now. On this perfect night, with the full moon in play – she would surely stop when she saw him. Absently, he traced the lip of the glass. Yes, she would surely stop he repeated to himself.

Her image suddenly flooded his mind – impossible beauty that always made his heart stop. Those swirling hazel eyes that hypnotized him so easily – that brilliant smile that pulled his breath away. The rhythmic sway of her fingers as she walked – her private dance with the breeze – a dance she invited him to join. He could see her dress flirt across her knees as she reached for his hand. He smiled at her fluid movement – and yet, he felt a tinge of sadness … of moments lost.

How long had it been since he last saw her? Almost three years. Going back to the states seemed like the right choice then … and now? Did he have regrets? He was unsure. But he knew the real reason he came back to visit Arles – to see her. Had he always known he would return? So many emotions surfacing all at once – his hand slid down around the glass – caressing it with his fingers as he drifted in thought.

He floated back to the first night he saw her and instantly fell in love …

Artist: Vincent Van Gogh; Author: Mike Evans

Tree Gnomes

Something there is about the night … a curtain of darkness that quells the noise of the day … and we sense a vibrant world just slightly out of our view.  Shadows pull at our senses, beckoning our spirit to follow … freed from the confines of harsh light … the pull is strong, but is it enough.

Can’t sleep tonight – feel like going for a walk…

Walking along the path through the woods to the lake … trees cast shadows from the moonlight … soft buzzing noises abound … sounds of footsteps.  Rustling noises … branches creaking … a slight breeze … a growl, I think .  It’s hard to tell … senses alert.

The smell of moisture is in the air … the sound of water washing up against a shore … must be near the lake … a loud crash to my left and … wonder if squirrels are awake this late … something is definitely awake in the woods – hopefully, not one of my gator friends … almost at the lake…

Ah – moonlight on the lake – magic.

Small glowing lights moving about in the water … must be reflections of the moonlight on something moving; fish perhaps…  A smile as I turn back – I notice the tree gnomes gathered around a couple of oak trees near the shore. .. did one just move?

It’s a good night…

Artist: Waterhouse; Author: Mike Evans