The Edge of Afternoon

A thin veil of fog and cloud swept over the hills. In places, the peaks were visible islands rising above the airy sea, distant and untouchable to the eye. I stood on the corner waiting for the light to change. Here, a light wind blew down the avenue, but the sun still had warmth to share. One hour each day I come this way, and today the blues and gentle yellows were in attendance over the land; the sky and sun blended the shadows and light through the trees, onto the hills, and over the streets; and shapes with naked latticework interplayed within themselves.It seemed that trees, both evergreen and deciduous, paired up in spacial dance, weaving the movements of sight into their forms.

I turned back and saw that the light had turned from red to green. Then I dashed back into the mad flow of forgetfulness. At least another moment talked with me in the frenzy of the afternoon, but not to the busy drivers passing through. Sky and Sun serve the seasons well, while the other colors depend on a different time of year.