08 January 2008

Dusk

It’s dusk at five o’clock. The sun is down, but the sky is not yet dark. My train passes a cemetery, a long expanse of graves quiet in the almost night. The graveyard slopes up and away from the train tracks, and the sun has set behind that rise. The trees and bushes among the graves, skeletal in their winter undress, are silhouetted black against the dim grayish blue sky, and as the train moves, they move too. But because of the distance between the tracks and the top of the hill, the near trees appear to be moving faster than the ones in the background – a layered monochromatic beauty unspooling in front of me.

16 comments:

niobe said...

Very pretty. The scene and the writing.

flutter said...

mag this is BEAUTIFUL!

BipolarLawyerCook said...

I'm with Niobe and Flutter.

Type (little) a said...

Very atmospheric. I feel like I'm there.

Also, without giving away too much, Hudson Line on Metro North?

slouching mom said...

ahh. i love it. and i know why niobe loved it. it reminded me of her style of prose.

very lovely description!

Julie Pippert said...

Beautiful.

thrice said...

I was thinking of riding my bike home up the river, but now I'm a little spooked!!

Victoria said...

Beautiful. But reading it makes me chilly.

We should meet up someday, in your city. I'm there more than I should be. =)

Waiting Amy said...

I've seen some of the most interesting and beautiful things from a train. Lovely writing.

wheelsonthebus said...

Dude -- I am totally jealous. How DO you write so evocatively with so few words?

painted maypole said...

beautiful description

Oh, The Joys said...

Transported.

(Or should I say, "Trainsported"?)

H.A. Page said...

so short and full of so much.

#1 Dad said...

Wow, you are a talented writer!

S. said...

You made me miss my commute!

Mad Hatter said...

A wonderful bit of writing, Magpie.