Nascent sky

Subtlest hues merging with the horizon.
A barely perceivable saline-breeze
skimming the surface of the calm sea
bearing the fading cry of a morning bird
from the nascent morning sky.

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“I will always remember you,
and you will remember me,
just as we will remember
the evening,
the rain on the windows,
and all the things
we’ll always have
because
we cannot possess them”.
-from the fictional work “Brida”

Serene

serene

The sun was up above the distant horizon…
but it appeared as if
it had intruded
into a world
that wished
to embrace
their slumber.
For a few more moments;
nay, hours.
The photographer, who was up several hours before
soaked up the stillness of dawn
and the hush of the chill;
broken only by the wings of a lone bird
and the gentle gurgling of waves
that lapped the pebbled shore.
Finger on the shutter trigger
hesitated.
Wings and the waves
and the whole fragile serenity
wouldn’t they be gone
with the click…?

And thus a journey started
it ended in the other side,
west, we call it.
Subtleness of the hue intensified.
Flame dazzled in yellow, orange and red
with the sky giving her blue.
Birds flew back
to where they came from.
Less excited than they started with.
They, too, must be tired
as the photographer
who forgot his tiredness
when he remembered the serenity
of
the coming dawn.

dusk

The first photo was taken at Askar in the East and the second one somewhere in the Southern desert, facing West.