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