The flickering out, then the flaming up, arising, dividing.
Want to be hidden as dusk invades and the sun is diminished? As stars burst forth, as the moon departs, as skies vanish into a cold silence?
Nights are loud lately. Nights are frozen in place, they are static, they are endless.
The day’s warmth still felt even in the absence of light or touch or sound.
Fly into the sun as color and shapes recede, lose yourself in the line between cityscape and sky. The shadows are all we keep.