The Darkest Side of Night

It’s night and it seems like you’ve been driving through it forever, you in your little car. Trees and mountains, twinkle-lit skyscrapers, mesas and cacti, are all mere silhouettes against the starry night as you pass among them.

Your little car suddenly coughs and then sputters. This, in a place where the darkness has grown flat and shapeless around you, apparently uninhabited open desert. It gives you a pang of fear and desolation. If your car breaks down, who knows how long you will be lost out here, utterly alone, at the mercy of elements both known and unknown? Who will be there to save you?

Your car DOES break down of course. Murphy’s Law in action. Or lack thereof as it were.

Coyotes cry. There are strange calls and growls and thumps. Mysterious wings flap by. The wind howls forlornly. Now and then, you hear the crunch of small feet or a slithering through the sand but can’t see anything. It keeps you awake and petrified.

Finally comes the first flush of false dawn and you can now see something of the landscape and the small creatures that move about in it, oblivious to your presence. You have mixed feelings about this.

It seems like forever since you’ve dawn or light has filled the space around you. You know it though and you have attendent assumptions about it as well. You could continue sitting here, but the rising light is growing in warmth and brightness as it flows into real dawn and eventually might just roast you here. Or you could take a chance while the light is still gentle and there’s still some coolness in the desert; just get out of the car and go seeking after your own rescue or sanctuary.

You’re still very afraid to move, but reluctantly decide on the later course of action since roasting is even less appealing. You get out of the car, lock it with the electronic fob as an afterthought, and begin to walk down the road through the twi-lit desert.

The light keeps coming and soon it’s a flood of light, tinging the sky first purple, red, gold, pink, and then blue, flooding out the stars, dazzling your eyes. It’s beauty is overwhelming.

The desert melts away.

Everything is light and the light is everything.

What am I describing?

About Ampbreia

I'm an ex-Pentacostal, ex-Muslim, ecclectic Agnostic with slightly Wiccan leanings. I am not affiliated with any organized religion or political platform, but I do believe in magic and all things wise and wonderful. I work as an admin in a calibration lab. I've published 2 books so far this year: Lost in Foreign Passions: Love and betrayal, passion and loss in the heart of an alien land (a memoir of my time as a Muslimah and living in Iran for a year), written under my previous married name, Debra Kamza, and Dream Lover (a paranormal romance, the tale of witch that summons her favorite character out of a Bewitched spin-off and the actor who plays him as well). I'm constantly writing stories and poems, thoughts and dreams, and quite a few opinions - many of which are not popular but oh well. Bite me. I'm interested in art, animals, the paranormal, and people. I love to dance, all sorts, but have been studying belly dance since 2006 and LOVE it! I love anime too and love dressing up and going to conventions. My writing runs the gummut of historical, science fiction, fantasy, romance, and erotica. Beware: I may not be safe reading for work. Just saying....
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