The Carnival of the Night

The Carnival of the Night

A silence. A whisper, then a soft voice. A push, light but cool, lapping endlessly against the delicate, emerald needles in the chilled, mountain air. Old, wizened trees face the wind with resilience, swaying to and fro in masses, as if by the hand of a giant. Sharp rocks, immune to the calm gale, point out, down, around, and up into the sky. Blue, spilled like paint, trickling down to a faint orange as the air meets the Earth. A reddish, pulsing object peers through two summits, thrusting its warmth and light through the air until the night consumes its being. Mountains glow in a purple-blue tint, snowy caps reflecting sun beams, bright as fire. Below the horizon, the wide girths of the peaks darken, preparing for the frigid night ahead. The final birds sound a call, a last chirp that officiates curfew for all to retire to their nests. Far below, a lone bear sweeps the brush, scrutinizing every inch of terrain for any lost, unsuspecting, or lazy prey. But as the sun is pulled below the rocks and an inky blackness penetrates the sky, even the mighty

beast ends his day.

But not all is inert this dark time. A glowing white sphere stares blankly at the Earth, shining a dull, silvery light upon the night-ridden valley. Tiny dots peek down, peppering the ebony sky. In this blackness, a new life comes to this world. A tiny ball of light sprints across the top of our roof, which holds back the wonders of the cosmos beyond. A rippling, jade green aura dances over the precipices, fluctuating, twisting, embracing, tangling, flipping, flowing, shining playfully, omitting a greenish glow in infinite directions. As the spectacle continues to waltz across the sky, the Moon rises above the Earth, and blazes the ground with it's most direct rays, setting the whole scene alight with a chrome, slick, silvery blanket.

Not one light, not one sound from below. Little know of its presence, even fewer can say they have seen it. Tonight, only one visitor views the most remarkable sight in all the years in the universe.

Not one light, not one sound from below. But the Carnival of the Night marches on...