Liberating Night

Beneath her body, the moss-covered, living earth offers protection and support. Above her, the
stars shine like flowers in a meadow and the moon, which has just broken into the night, bathes the world
in magical light. Through the gentle slope of the hill, her gaze can capture the silhouettes of the world merging
with the night sky on the distant horizon. Forests and fields cover the
hilly landscape.
In some places, nature is torn apart by red-blinking wind turbines. Like dagger-like
surveillance towers, they stand distributed at regular intervals. Yet the longer she observes the world,
the less important these seem. In the air hangs a delicate smell of petrol, carried over
from the nearby, hidden motorway. The muffled noise of the
vehicles hidden there has something meditative about it. Accompanied by the soft chirping of birds in the
nearby trees and the chirping of crickets in the meadows, it seems like a cry for equally
life as death.
For a long time the day captivated her and the night was slow to come. After this far too long, burning
time, night now fell with a surprising blow and laid its cooling cloak over
the aching fire of the day.
When, after the previous night, the radiant sunrise had ushered in the beginning of the eternal day,
everything was still beautiful and positive. Filled with love and warmth. But as the
midday sun became ever hotter and more destructive, the climate changed rapidly. It weakened
her and caused ever more cracks in her earth's crust. She was made ever smaller. Eventually
she lost herself completely. Only the hope for the uncertain end of the day kept her
alive.
Many might regard the sudden onset of night as a stroke of fate, but for her it merely seems
liberating. Wings of night grow from her back and bring her lost self
back.
Light drizzle sets in. First a few individual drops, then the rain grows stronger. She closes
her eyes and lets the lukewarm summer rain run across her face. It seeps into her clothing,
soaks her to the bone and washes away the last bars of the cage from her heart. At last the cool
night combined with the rain has granted her freedom.
Perhaps she will not experience another day. Hopefully she will not. With closed
eyes she now lets herself fall into the depths of the night, to dwell there until the end of her days.
To live and walk in freedom.