Such a day for darkness. A candle flickers on my writing desk, one tiny fire-star.
Such a day for quiet... my cats sleep downstairs, curled in their ticked fur coats, noses tucked under paws. I imagine that colors dance across their backs, from the twinkle lights around the windows.
Such a day for falling into evening, a pale blue overtaking the heavy clouds just before sunset, and I too stupefied by screen light to do more than set out the cats' dinners and notice that the few words my mind held earlier had fled...leaving only snake tracks through sand and a blur of blue jays.
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