What is your favorite time of day? Why?
Aug. 3rd, 2005 11:51 amNoon, when the sun is high and shining down and lighting everything and making the world glow. We've lived underground for nearly three millenia. We come out, but not often, and usually at night. Once a month we have the Wild Hunt on the night of the full moon and we ride through the land by moonlight. We dance in the glades and we celebrate the earth and Danu's bounty as we always have. But that is at night, and everything is silver and bathed in softness.
We have fire and light and color and beauty and gems you could not believe underground. Our palaces are immense and we can create the illusion of sun and light and laughter. There are canyons to ride through and we can move to the Otherworld to play when necessary, to visit. Some of us have gone there permanently. But those of us with charges in this world...We move between Realms, but it is rarely the light of the fire in the sky that warms our skin.
On those rare occasions when we are able to walk the land in the daytime, it is truly a gift. To feel the sun. The air with it's freshness of life and growth. The warmth. The light. The smell of sun-warmed skin and grass. All of these things were ours once, but no more. Our sojourns in the sun are far too short.
But I've walked in it for many moons now and find myself remembering what it was to be a creature of light rather than darkness. To live and love among mortals. And yet there is a sadness when I remember that it is no longer my place. That they drove us out and took the sun away.
That we let them.
So I stand in the sun and I remember who we are. What we are. What was ours. And what could be ours again someday when the Otherworld and this finally meet.
We have fire and light and color and beauty and gems you could not believe underground. Our palaces are immense and we can create the illusion of sun and light and laughter. There are canyons to ride through and we can move to the Otherworld to play when necessary, to visit. Some of us have gone there permanently. But those of us with charges in this world...We move between Realms, but it is rarely the light of the fire in the sky that warms our skin.
On those rare occasions when we are able to walk the land in the daytime, it is truly a gift. To feel the sun. The air with it's freshness of life and growth. The warmth. The light. The smell of sun-warmed skin and grass. All of these things were ours once, but no more. Our sojourns in the sun are far too short.
But I've walked in it for many moons now and find myself remembering what it was to be a creature of light rather than darkness. To live and love among mortals. And yet there is a sadness when I remember that it is no longer my place. That they drove us out and took the sun away.
That we let them.
So I stand in the sun and I remember who we are. What we are. What was ours. And what could be ours again someday when the Otherworld and this finally meet.