healingwords: poetry for the soul

As dusk fell over the sea the fisherman waded into the waves, throwing their nets by hand over the water. I didn't see the catch, leaving the beach before darkness. 

I am fortunate to have a wonderful view from my third floor roof terrace, looking out over the village, with the hills framing the valley. The sun drops over this horizon and we can have beautiful sunsets, with the colour of the sky changing rapidly from golds to shades of pink and purple to the deepest, night blue. At this time of night the sky is alive with swallows and bats chasing insects at dusk. Whilst the birds swoop, the bats flitter, their flight passing the field of vision so quickly they are impossible to focus on. The feeding frenzy ends as suddenly as it begins, as night falls and they leave the sky to roost for the night. 

I have had to spend more time than I would like resting, grateful for my third floor view over the valley, the hills and the changing skies. These spectacular clouds at dusk lasted minutes, before the light disappeared and tinges of pink and gold lightened the night sky.   © 2019 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved

The night sky from my roof terrace, looking down the valley towards Benichembla.  © 2019 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved.