The sun barely there
Across the Naugatuck Valley.
One extra hour of light,
Daylight still saving.
All Hallow’s Eve,
We remember the haunting,
Not the saints.
Remembering our dead,
Remembering our ancestors,
In other cultures,
Not so much in the weird west.
Soon it will be dark at 6,
Soon we will realize we are in the times of the shorter day.
It is beautiful to hear the insects and creatures of the night,
Even with the din of cars.
So nice to be away from it all,
If just for a weekend,
Away from the din of Route 8 freeway not far, and State Street very close.
Away from light pollution, so the stars seem close again.
Dancing with joy around the fire after a ritual. Saying I am, I am, I am before.
I like living close to things,
I like having Pokestops nearby,
The library pretty close,
Although still definitely need a car.
But, part of me craves more silence, less light, more stars.
Our wheels full of horse power, an odd title, make so much din.
The symphony of the insects and crickets, water, and wind is so beautiful and always there
Even if we can’t hear it.