Everyday Life as the seasons change
Spring
When the Easter fires burn
The sun, which was just enthroned as a bright disk in the sky, is slowly descending towards the earth. As if following a silent call, she now leaves her familiar place.
It reminds me of how we children would stop our play to follow to the call of the church tower bells. As their evening sound echoed through the streets and was carried over the surrounding countryside, the children's voices gradually fell silent. As if by a secret signal, they returned to the shelter of the red brick houses. Now the night could lay its dark cloak over the village and while the light of the sun slept, a warm shine of light awoke behind the glass windows.
My thoughts return to the field where I stand and as my boots touch the bare earth, my eyes are turned to the sky. The daily natural spectacle begins in the rhythm of day and night. The sun descends to the earth and dips where heaven and earth touch. Suddenly she seems even bigger and more impressive than before.
Red light surrounds the song of the evening sun and it seems as if the sky has caught its fire. Through the seam of the world it slowly slides down and takes the light of day with it into the hidden space.
But while darkness takes hold here, it greets the sleeping land on the other side of our blue planet as the morning sun. Light and shadow merge once again before the daily symphony fades away. The song of the sun has fallen silent and the night sky now watches over this part of our earth. The first stars appear next to the first spring moon. Now the infinite expanse of the universe becomes apparent and awe spreads within me.Darkness now surrounds the people who have gathered here around this mountain of branches and shrub cuttings. The color black now dominates the picture. A few trees can still be seen in shadows, lining the fields as hedges. Now they seem like beings that have merged with the darkness.
Then a tiny beam of light breaks through the shadowland and dances like a small flame through the colors of the night. She immediately finds food in the hay, peeking out like little nests between the tangle of branches. The firelight quickly eats its way through the dried grass and slowly feels its way along the branches. They have been lying here for weeks, piled up in a haphazard pile. Despite snow and rain throughout the year, the wind and the cool rays of the sun managed to dry the wood. Now it was ready to take in the fire. A crackling sound now accompanies the warm glow. It greedily grabs the dry branches and the song of the fire begins. His singing now accompanies the flames and as thick smoke moves towards the sky, the wooden mountain slowly lights up. Heat gradually wraps itself around him like a protection, as if no one should disturb the fire dance.
The people, those gathered around the Easter fire take a few steps back. The hot breath envelopes them and some people put their arms over their faces to protect them. The heat burns on the skin like pain and warns you not to come too close. Small flaming stars also swirl out. Born in the embers, some float up into the night sky with the smoke. But some of them stay behind. They whirl around the burning mountain like fiery dancers. Their flight seems untamed and wild, following a silent melody.But when they move away from the hot glow, the cool night wind catches them on a new journey. Their dance now becomes quiet, their light goes out and they float down to the earth like snowflakes.
I see one of the gray flakes lie down next to me, but its ash body is so delicate and fragile that it dissolves as it hits the ground.
As if the frost of winter was still hidden within him, the wind suddenly creeps stronger across the fields and meadows. You can hear him passing the dark tree creatures and his coldness also affects the people who are still standing thoughtfully by the Easter fire. As he also blows his breath into the fire and once again a column of sparks swirls towards the sky. People begin to retreat to where the cold wind can no longer reach them. Only fire remains and with its magic turns the mountain of wood into ash. Together with the black earth it will then make the soil fertile for new life and a new harvest. The fire, on the other hand, remains in it as a memory.
Heike
