a million sunsets

Now I can see the sunset, and it is beautiful. It is a hazy, warm sunset, mostly oranges and pinks, rising up from the horizon into a dark indigo. The sun is long hidden, only the memory of its rays lights the sky now. The land is dark, the silhouetted trees standing black and sharp…

under the cover of darkness

The afternoon sun shone, liquid warm and dappled through the leaves. The girl sat, thin arms pulling a stiff circle around her small knees, up in the branches. Bright light beamed off her hair, a woolly blonde halo high in the foliage. She had been told not to climb that tree. “I’ve told you not…