Morning Light, Evening Light in Retrospect
There is always a moment in the morning, between the silence of the night before and the noise of the day to come, when it seemed…that time stopped for a beat, when all the world was motionless, expectant. The Pilot’s Wife by Anita Shreve (p.82)
From my vacation lanai, I see and feel this every morning. The waves off Kona take a breather, slowing before they gather force to crash against the black lava coast. The palm trees stand dark against the dawn. Stars that were bright moments ago, fade and are forgotten for now.
Facing west-southwest, I see the sunset exactly in front of me. The sun dips low, behind clouds gathered on the horizon. People of all ages stop to watch it drop from view, hoping to see the famous green flash just once before their vacation ends. Quiet blankets the scene. Birds stop singing. Palm trees and waves take a back seat to the sky.
Stars brighten. The noise of evening meals dishes, kids playing in the pool and groups gathered on the beach return. The moment of evening magic slips away in preparation for another day.
He sat on his favorite rock, near the cave entrance, watching the evening stars come out…As daylight faded, it was as though objects became faintly lit from within, so they stood outlined against the sky or ground, perfect and sharp in every detail. Voyager by Diana Galbaldon (p.87)