Icicles hang from tree branches. Freezing rain means the ground is glazed with ice. Temperatures hover right around freezing. Drip, drip, drip. This is the in-between time--sometimes rain, sometimes ice. Sometimes liquid; sometimes solid. Rain changing to ice; ice changing to rain.
The in-between time seems like a time of magic. In between night and day, the roseate dawn lights the darkness. In between the day and night, shadows lengthen and dimness prevails.
In between awake and asleep, liminal consciousness leads to unconsciousness.
In the ancient Egyptian calendar, these days before the new year were "extra" days--in between the years.
In-between is not a time of waiting, but of watching. Watching / feeling every moment change into the next.
Friday, December 28, 2018
The In-Between
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