On the horizon

Rushed across dry grass, with my son’s voice flowing through the phone last night. He had just spottet the Blood Moon on the horizon, & when I saw it I almost felt like channeling Bonnie Tyler’s Total eclipse of the heart.

SOURCE Foto: Jan M. Lillebø.

The evening didn’t go quite as planned, but the eclipse were every bit as gorgeous as I thought it would be. The moon hid behind a lush crimson veil, whilst Mars acted as its trusted companion, flickering like a dying ember beneath. …& you could hear the grain field below rustle in the warm breeze as gentle velvety batwings fluttered above. 
No words nor pictures can truly describe moments like those. They remind me of how vast the universe is & how small we truly are. Not insignificant, small. Earth’s like a titan, cradling us, protecting & warding off whatever ominous lies beyond our grasp. …& when our bones are turned to dust, this blue titan will still be here, spinning, cradling, doing its thing. Guess I’m grateful that I got the privilege of coming along for the ride… 


As I write this, it’s lightning that illuminates the horizon, & thunder can be heard in the distance. The smell filling my living room’s rather intoxicating… Rain scented honeysuckle is all I can describe it as. It’s pitch dark outside, a candle’s burning on the table for my grandmother’s birthday, The Cure’s playing softly in the background & tea’s brewing in the kitchen, minutes away from being consumed…  It's the little things, ey? ;)

~Linn. 
For the happiest life, rigorously plan your days, leave your nights open to chance. ~Mignon McLaughlin.

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