Darkle

I heard this word for the first time on the radio a few weeks ago. Its meant to be the opposite of "sparkle". To appear darkly or indistinctly. To grow dark. To become gloomy.

Its now one of my favourite words, along with its antitheses "sparkle".

To me the dark is just as beautiful and innocent as the light, with an added depth. I love walking around the city streets long after the sun has set and there isn't a soul in sight, everything seems so peaceful and soothing.

When I was a child we used to spend our summers at my maternal grandparents' village, which is my favourite place in the world. During the day us kids had lots of fun getting up to much mischief and driving the adults to insanity. At night the lights would all go out at a certain time in the whole village and everyone would go outside and marvel at the millions of little dots in the sky. It was the most wonderful experience to share with people who loved me and whom I loved back. The adults would tell us wondrous stories of when there was no electricity at all and us young ones listened and dreamt.

All the images below represent some form of dark and I find them all incredibly beautiful.