Mystical Twilight

Camping in the outback of Manning Park. In the approaching twilight created by the “Grand Master”.
A blend of majestic colors have addressed the eastern skyline.
Soft hues of mauves, leading the eye into hints of blended greys and pastel pink.
Oh! the peace of Nature, caressing the silhouetted skyline.
Our campfire adding an opaque hue of orange to the campsite.
The Mystical Twilight with what looks like swipes of Nature’s paint brush adding to the foreground above the tree line.
A short rustling wind sound is created on the outskirts of our camp.
My partner and I jump out of our camp seats, startled by Nature’s disturbance.
Two pairs of deep yellow eyes appear, a pair of eyes on each side of our camp.
Our campfire dies down to glowing embers. Suddenly we relax as we listen to a pair of great horned owls speaking in the serene wilderness night.
Oh! The unique sounds of Nature.
After our campfire is extinguished, Rob and I decide to bid the day adieu.
We enter our tent, listening to the owls, and wolves howling in the distance,
we climb into our sleeping bags,and remissness on our day in Nature.
Rob and I drift off to sleep in the depths of Nature’s sound effects.

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Nadeem Qazilbash

When owls converse and they are not a disturbance but add those perfect low notes to the harmony.


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