Andalusian Dusk


There’s only a few minutes left of day.

The air is changing right in front of my very eyes. Soon, the sun will be gone and I will be indoors, sitting beside a roaring fire.

The mountains begin to turn a deep shade of red.

I tip my head backwards and see white contrails cutting diagonally across a dusky sky. I follow the plane’s journey as it makes its way over the mountain to disappear from sight.

I wonder about all the people up there; some will be reading, some watching a movie, some dozing lightly.

In the distance, a pack of dogs bark as a chainsaw revs up. There is smoke billowing from a blaze somewhere up in the mountains.

And I breathe in deeply. The delicate scent of pink almond blossom rushes into my nose as I realise that change has come in…again.

It was so warm today, I felt my body relax and soak up every last ray of Andalusian sun. But now I zip up my jacket against the chilled evening air.

And as the birds make their final flight of the day back towards their nest, I pick up my phone and empty coffee cup to make my way indoors.

Just as I am about to head up along the dusty path, something makes me stop. There, just poking out from behind a eucalyptus tree, sits a gigantic moon.

And so I stand there for a while, holding my things, looking up into the evening sky.

As a cool breeze blows through the trees, I can’t help but feel that everything is exactly as it should be.

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