Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again …
I loved that Simon and Garfunkel song, though darkness hasn’t always been my friend.
When I was little I was scared of the dark. I slept with a night light on and for years I had recurring nightmares. I dreamed of being locked out of the house, of falling, ghosts and other things I can’t remember. I talked in my sleep and I slept walked.
Eventually I learned to sleep without a night light on, the sleep walking stopped in my teens, although the sleep talking continued for years.
Hub loves to joke about my often dramatic sleep talking episodes although apparently these days I’ve quietened down. And I don’t mind the darkness anymore.
When I inevitably get up during the night I can find my way around the dark house, like a Slinky Malinki cat.
I think the darkness has finally become my friend.
Even if there are lots of things that go bump in the night …
Nocturnal creatures who have joined us on our camping adventures over the years.
Sly foxes scrounging for left-overs, hopeful wombats looking for open food boxes and possums rustling in trees. Not to mention koalas that look cute and cuddly but make the most hideous bellowing sound, especially when it’s mating season.
Fortunately their angry bark is more ferocious than their bite.
It’s a good thing I’m not sleep walking these days!
Truly though, I love being silhouetted by nature, snug inside our safe haven.
Watching the last evening rays before the sun kisses the earth goodnight over the mountains of Arkaroola. I know I’ve posted this before but the colors were extraordinary.
Underneath a sky that changes color like a painted canvas.
And starry nights around a campfire … red wine, hot coffee, toasting marshmellows, staying up late and looking for satellites and shooting stars is better than any cinema.
Here we are on the back of the historic train at Maldon, watching the lights change on the railway tracks as the rain hit the camera lens.
But it’s not just in nature that a dark scene can be captivating.
I love how city light transforms ordinary buildings into castles and a Melbourne streetscape becomes a magical wonderland.
I love how alleyways that look drab during the day become enchanting at night … especially when we find a new favorite restaurant.
I’ll never forget dining on the Melbourne Tramcar Restaurant, the most fun and extravagant indulgence on the tracks.
I wrote about it in my early blogging journey on my 50th birthday.
Fortunately in Melbourne now our days are getting longer so we can spend more time outside. Which, for an outdoor enthusiast like me, is a good thing.
When the sun goes down let’s still seek out the extraordinary, watch some stars and embrace the dark. And at dawn let’s begin a new dark day with hope and optimism.
May we all enjoy the darkness and the light for without one there would be no other.
In response to Where’s My Backpack: Travel theme: Dark