A Darker Shade Of Black
by Crystal Coons
Jul 2, 2003
When someone says, "It's pitch black out!", they're usually referring to
the sky at night. When you look up at the night sky, it gives the illusion
of being the blackest shade of black. It all changes on a little stretch
of road between Sedona and Oak Creek Village.
We made the drive
last weekend, winding through the trees, leaving the glow of the city behind
us, heading back to the less populated village. Being a passenger in the
car, you can't help but look up at the sky and stare at the stars you wouldn't
normally see in the city. Even with the glow of the city lights, the stars
shine brighter here than in the outskirts of Phoenix. You are enveloped
in the beauty of it all, when out of nowhere comes a shape, a huge monstrous
shape, a darker shade of black against the night sky.
year after year, visit after visit, they get me every time. When I think
I'm just staring out at the black sky, with the glittering twinkling white
stars screaming in contrast, it surprises me to see a black mountain seemingly
pop out of nowhere. When it's that time of night, when you're tired and
all you want to do is stargaze, your eyes begin to play tricks on you.
Signs warning you to watch out of animals put you on guard. You start to
look for animals, and sometimes see things that aren't there.
night we spent searching for hotels to stay at, we drove on a dark highway,
and as usual, I was staring out the window, taking in all the natural beauty
of the world around me. A world that almost seemed different to the one
I live everyday, metropolitan, urban. In the median, stood a wolf. A big,
beautiful, strong wolf, with piercing blue eyes, staring right into me.
It was probably the most beautiful and commanding animal I've
ever seen. Or did I? My husband was unaware of the wolf, standing in the
grassy median. When I mentioned it to him, he questioned whether I was
sure I saw it. I was almost positive, but not completely.
have been instances in the past where I was positive I was witnessing wildlife
on the side of the freeway, and it turned out to be nothing more than a
figment of my imagination, or some debris on the side of the road. Yet,
the image of that wolf is burned into my mind.
That's the magic
of road trips out of your normal surroundings, you never know what to expect.
Animals that might or might not be there, and mountains that seem to be
a darker shade of black.