Sights and Sounds of TwilightThe pre-dusk sun sparkles through fern-like leaves moist from earlier rain. fluffy cumulus clouds float bellies flushed with pink soon to spread beneath the grey nimbus ones promising a good day will follow? Red robins on ridge posts perched trill melodious songs to serenade their spouses. sparrows chatter in bushes twittering excitedly sharing their daily news. with all cloistered clan, while biding the day farewell. Fluttering poplars form soft silhouettes against a pinkish sky. blossom-laden lilacs gently filter the air; their softly scented sprays glisten in the ebbing sun until they finally begin to fade. Frothy milkweed pods flutter amid the twilight air seeking a place to alight. swallows swoop through the sky preying on insects below as shadows slowly lengthen and the darkness deepens as night cautiously encroaches.
After an Ice StormBeautiful shapes an ice storm sculpts; nature now, as always, in flux, turns snow to ice crusts and roofs implode. Tree trunks shimmer with a patina of snow their ice-coated twigs creating patterns of veins agleam against the sun. Snow-capped roofs become pockmarked by floating flocculent slush as wet snow falls from trees above. Melting ice from trees and icicles drips steadily through the moist air pitting the snow-covered ground below.
Beit She'anA slice of Heaven lies where the Jordan and Jezreel meet nestled below a tellurian Tel. One lone column stands, a composite capital crowned with a crescent moon. Rows of ancient ruins run along a limestone road, sounds of Roman chariots now stilled. Rounded arches span above a Nympheon font, with hypoclasts of Roman blasts. A serpentine path winds behind upon a verdant hill, sparkling in the iridescent sun.
The Western WallMulti layers of finely-chiselled Herodian stones form a monolithic wall that beckons all Jews. Upon it rests forever the presence of God and upon it the Messiah will someday return. Solemn men enter by a wide set of ropes, some in black shtreimels and betiskes with untrimmed beards and flowing side locks, others wear western dress, but all wail and keen. We enter the narrower path set aside for women, where bowing, we beg for peace in the Middle East, hastily scribble prayers to insert into the creviced wall, before departing backward with reverent awe.