Sunlight reluctantly relinquishes the bay, replaced slowly by sheer, burnt-orange veils falling gently over every hard surface.
Silently all is wrapped in carbon-black; inspired and unimaginative structures alike, effortlessly redacted.
Power lines and gutters painlessly dissolve, leaving thousands of amber cells of light to my left and right, and a few at Ashton Park, across the bay to the North, sparkling like suspended gems in the night.
Suddenly, a cool breeze. Trees in Beare Park shift and whisper - a conspiracy of leaves, aching to speak, but bound by age-old vows of secrecy.
As dark as it is now, I can still tell water from sky... a deep, still blue-black under a black-black starless heaven tonight.
About the Creator
Lee Wilde
Australian Artist and Poet
My store: LeeWilde.com.au
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