December 2011
My favorite time of day.
That time of day right at dusk. Just as the sun sets. The sky turns a deep violet, indigo. The trees go black. Everything going dark. Except at the horizon, behind the black line of trees. A brilliant orange, igniting the forest and engulfing it in yellow flames. Just as the moon is rising.
I'm in his favorite sun dress, watching me get undressed, take that body downtown