Quiet

Ever wake in the middle of the night for absolutely no apparent reason?

I sit here tonight or is it morning?  I can’t sleep. My loyal dog has followed me to the office to stay by my side as I type.

I am not sure what woke me as it is quiet outside.

So very still and quiet.
A silence that surrounds, envelopes…

A quiet so complete it can be felt, like a vibration through your soul…

Maybe the silence itself is what has awoken me and left me with this strange tingling sensation…

After days of rain and storms across the mountains, all is calm.

There is no noise. The tiny chirping insects have ceased their calling~ The wind stands still, waiting..

There is no crunch of gravel under foot or occasional soft nicker from the horses in the coral.

Even the dog beside me seems to be holding back her breath.

Was it something outside?

Was it a dream? A thankfully forgotten nightmare? or something more?

I made a warm cup of milk and made sure that all was ok in my world.

Said a silent prayer for those dear to my heart who aren’t here for me to physically check on tonight.

I turned on a low light and sat down here in front of the computer to write this post.I am awake after all, I might as well do something.

I didn’t know what I was going to write and nothing would come to mind. I found the file on my computer that holds the, so far, unshared images of my world over the last few months and flipped through image after image of the beauty that surrounds me.

places I have been.

Those I hold so dearly that I have shared it with.

All the while listening … for what? I am not sure, because it is so very quiet.

The dog beside me on the floor starts to twitch and make muffled growling sounds in her sleep, and I watch her wondering where she goes and what it is she chases in her dreams.

One of the horses bumps the horse trough with it’s hoof, making a loud DONG~ and I jump.  My heart skips a beat and I realize that the buzzing inside has stopped.
I can hear the wind outside dancing through the aspen leaves, and some where a small insect serenades the night.

My blog post is finished and the need for sleep is returning.

I finish this post. Look back at these photos and thoughts and think about deleting the whole thing before going back to bed.

But I don’t,

When I finish typing these thoughts and images I will hit publish.

Because it doesn’t mean nearly as much if you can’t share the beauty that surrounds you every moment, every second of every day.

I am tired, and must go back to bed and get some rest,

because another stunning sunrise will be here soon.

and I don’t want to miss it. I have photos to take and words to say.