« Life And Death In The Back Garden | Main | On London Bridge. 1920 »

Western Oz Words: Evening Magic

...I watch seagulls dancing intricate steps at the waters edge, stirring up minute morsels for an evening meal...

Margaret Dunn conveys the magical delight of a summer's day walk.

To read more of Margaret's words please click on http://www.openwriting.com/archives/western_oz_words/

The best time to walk in my local park is late afternoon of a summer’s day, just before sunset. Then the light is melting to a honey gold: trees are dark silhouettes with sharp outlines, until shadows of dusk soften the focus. The water birds are still lively, swooping low across the lake. I watch seagulls dancing intricate steps at the waters edge, stirring up minute morsels for an evening meal.

Families pack away their picnic gear, like nomads moving on to their next camp site. Sleepy infants, rubbing eyes and sucking thumbs, are gently cocooned in strollers or softly handed into the cool cars parked beneath the trees. Ducks and gulls waddle from the water, beady black eyes searching out titbits of food left behind. Little wars break out over a crust of bread; maurauding beaks explore coloured wrappers and empty cartons. A group of magpies watch and discuss these antics, like park wardens.

Two black swans glide across the lake, dignified, keeping themselves apart from the common horde.

Then cars purr and rumble into life and draw away from the park: ruffled feathers relax, ducks and gulls settle by the water’s edge. Now it is time for the mind to be still; eyes are drawn to the evening sky: a sky of softest grey with streamers of peach and gold glinting away to the horizon. Night is falling softly on this little Paradise.





Categories

Creative Commons License
This website is licensed under a Creative Commons License.