Evening - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
In that welcome amber glow the time of slower thoughts has arrived, those moments when with open eyes my brain becomes as a perfect empty horizon, seeing, yet content to sit. I feel the soothing breeze, become absorbed in the music of crickets, letting the gentle energy of nature wash in.
Sun sank lower in the sky, light of day draining away, giving way to the velvety dark of night, crickets chirping, dusky, colors subdued in the fading light, first buzz of mosquitoes, street lights click on, day winding down, first star in the night sky, short June darkness, air became cooler, evening landscape, twilight had fallen, the sharp shadow of the lamppost had faded into the dark of the sidewalk, fading light, only the faintest of light shone through the leaves, soon it grew dark, darkening sky, a close silence in the dim evening light.
The shadows were now twice as long as themselves, the air was damp and cool smelling faintly of a car's exhaust fumes, the sun dipped lower in the sky until the trees that lines the lane stood as black statues silhouetted against the darkening sky, slowly their shadows melted away into the blackness of night.
Dusk was falling, the mosquito's were out, goose bumps were on my arms from the evening chill, the green shrubbery now looking almost black, silhouetted, colours muted, as if they had been drained away by an invisible hand, as if the artists' palette had been changed.
Under the moonlight the avenue lay still. The heat of the day had been replaced by a cool breeze and Tom sauntered under the trees with a sweater dangling from his arm. He moved between the pools of streetlight, feet almost silent of the sidewalk still wet from the spring rain. A pair of headlights came bouncing over the hill, blinding him temporarily before passing and disappearing. The pub would already be packed with his friends and he was eager to get there. A live band, soft lighting and jokes so stupid they were brilliant.
The heat of the day has ebbed to a comforting warmth. The sunshine has lost its brightness and the colours of the verandah are softened. My eyes drift to the cool glass of sangria in my hand and the new layer of nail polish that helps me to know that the day's work is over. Once I can paint on that delicate shade of pink the house is clean, the food is made and the time for relaxing has arrived. Somewhere back in my home country they are glued to television sets, being told what to think and how to think it – not here. Here we sit under the grape-vine canopy and talk about life, love, politics and funny stories, here we actually live instead of going through the motions and then sucking up sit-coms. I find great satisfaction in the work I do, I make a beautiful home for our family, but these evenings are like medicine for my soul. If I could live my life over again I'd just start it right here, cut out the urban comprehensives that “educated” me and the grey streets crammed with grey faces.
Out on our balcony she looked a million bucks in two dollar shades - those goofy oversized sunglasses in neon plastic frames. I would have just laughed it off but of course there's no UV protection in that, if anything it just opens up the pupils a little wider to let more in. So once the "bug eye" jokes were done we were arm in arm down the shaded evening street, weaving between the crowds and the street lights to buy some decent ones. Along with the heat of the day the intensity of the city folk had gone too; they sauntered in newly slackened paces wearing casual clothes, party clothes, dinner clothes...
The early evening lull had come to the streets, that quiet between the frenetic commuters and the vibrant party seekers. The bars and clubs were still mostly shuttered, the only visible life being the cafe terraces that teemed with diners, chatting, relaxing after a busy day.
The evening had sent the birds to their roosts and the crickets to sing in the swaying grasses. The sandy soil was on its way to becoming a rich sable and the cloudless sky promised an unfettered view of the heavens.