The Dark Side Francesca Bianchi 2016

The sun sends one last sword of light across the great lake....then it disappears and the light carries the veil of twilight. I turn around and walk back along the narrow path! First through the reed belt, which releases ghosts of mist, then I come to the edge of the forest, where until recently the forest bees were busy buzzing in the fragrant herbs. Now the birds have replaced the gentle humming and black blackbirds are always composing new dreamy melodies! I listen, all my senses are heightened, my steps become slow, careful, silent. I can clearly smell the dark sweetness of the honeycomb, mixed with the spicy herbs, warm pine needles and the scent of dark, freshly thrown up earth....... has something moved in the bushes up ahead???? The blackbirds are silent! For a moment, I think I recognize a pale face.... a beguiling scent touches me and as if pulled by invisible strings I move on....