Monday, December 08, 2008

Night Falls, Edge of a City

You could see it best from the top of the hill, midway between the bridge and the running track. The sun had already gone down behind the mountains. The sky above was like an upside down pond, rippled as if a stone had just been plopped into its centre. There were pale-blue streaks amid a continent of orange, fading to yellow, flecked with puffs of cloud rising like smoke.

I stood for a while longer, watching the colours drain away. I checked my watch. I was almost late for class.

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