“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

8.15.2008

The almost blue hour



It's almost that blue time of the day.
It only lasts a moment, maybe an hour.
All the colors are starting to hide, but not yet gone -
they're there if you look deeply enough,
but it's that time of day when you don't want to look that deeply.
It's that time of the day when the moon begins to softly nudge the sun into bed for the night,
but not quite yet.
Not quite.
The sunlight lingers, not ready to call it a day.
Not yet.
Not quite.
It's that time when it's almost that time between day & night, but not yet.
Not quite.
You can feel that invisible shift, almost visible.
Almost.
But not yet.
Not quite.
Soon it will be blue -
the blue that ushers the white birds in for the night,
swinging silent & low over the lake, headed for the small islands they call home.
Soon.
But not yet.
Not quite.
Now is the time of slowing down, of softer breaths,
of stretches that signal the almost end of day.
But not quite.
Not yet.
Almost.
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17 comments:

  1. and there is even a blue glow to the photo...which was taken..where? another whispery kind of post dearest debi. i love it.

    i have my camera out during that transition between now and not quite yet and sometimes manage to almost capture that almost blue.

    time for your weekend girlie! any art projects goin' on?

    i am loving the 'Lindsay Lane Calendar idea... a short essay to go with each months pin-up boy. awesome idea for neighborhood xmas gifts instead of fruitcake!!

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  2. Robin - My bedroom, bed still unmade late in the afternoon. Maggie sleeping.

    This weekend will hopefully see me working on some leaf paintings I have in progress. Oh, and I can just see that calendar! Dan could be wearing his black socks & sandals. :)

    Debi

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  3. Hi,

    I glided in in your fantastic blogsite!

    Lovely post, keep on going. I absolutely visit you many times.

    Have a wonderful w/nd.

    Greetings from Stockholm,
    //chie

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  4. the mood you create with your words... just wonderful.

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  5. R - Greetings back to Stockholm! I'm so glad you visited. Thank you for the wonderful thoughts!

    Polona - Again, thank YOU. I'm very interested in the moods of time lately & exploring that.

    :) Debi

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  6. Hi Debi,

    A true blue blogers always visits back once visited :-)

    I'll link your site, so I can peep you whenever i log in.

    Thanks for the nice quotes. I love and cherish quotes. One of my favs but used to write in our language, then when I moved & live in Sweden I forget most of them. That's pity.

    Enjoy ur day ahead.
    //chie

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  7. Hello Debi! Thanks very much for stepping in at Something White! Nice to meet you and to discover your colourful world! I didn't read yet all your posts, but I think you must be an artist, aren't you? I should admire a little bit more that 'almost blue hour' and I'm not always aware of it since I'm going often to bed very late. I'm going to read your blog now. Have a good day, greetings from Belgium, Marjolijn

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  8. Your post reminds me of one of my artists who actually had a show titled L'Heure Bleu (?).
    She painted that time as your eyes adjust to the darkness and vaguely see colors and shapes. It is a very magical time of day... as you captured so poetically.

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  9. Oh my goodness. You have touched upon one of my most favourite times of the day...between the golden colours of dusk, and the blueness of the moon nudging the sun into bed for the night. So very very peaceful.

    I am going to come back to this post this evening..right at the time when these words reflect what I am seeing and feeling.

    So beautiful you are.
    xo

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  10. Marjolijn - Welcome, welcome. I sometimes think I may be an actual artist, I sometimes think I am not even close. LOL!

    Sarah - Isn't there a perfume called L'Heure Bleu? I hope to someday be able to paint these almost-colors. Thank you for your kind words!

    Jaime - My very favorite time also. When I feel no guilt for doing nothing, when I can just stop before heading into the night.
    And thank YOU also for your kindness.

    :) to all!
    Love, Debi

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  11. I think my comment got lost in cyber-space! I am in love with this bed! I love sheets, I am a bedding -tramp! They look old, not as in OMG get some new sheets old, but in an old, 100% cotton or linen and so so soft because of love and washing....ahh, I don't think I would leave!

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  12. Sigh....such feather softness in these words...like sinking down into quietest of comfort.

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  13. Michelle - I will spend lots of money on linens & go hungry, if needed. (I have my priorities straight!) And they have to be white. These particular ones were a gift from a friend - very, very expensive. I still feel overwhelmed by her generosity.

    I understand that Martha Stewart irons her sheets. She & I just could NOT hang out together at all, even though I love her colors!

    :) Debi

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  14. Celeste - Once again, many many thanks. It's still raining today & it was all I could do to make myself get out of THAT bed this morning.

    :) Debi

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  15. She irons her sheets and vacuums her Donkeys...I think she needs a reality check!

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  16. I love this post. I love the photo of your bed and the kitty!!!

    I have a different kind of blue hour here in San Francisco, when the fog first starts to blow in, in long white drifts. It's a shift from day to night and when I can get home in time, I love to sit in a chair near the window and watch us all get hidden away in the fog.

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