June 9th, 2013

caillebotte_man at his window


There came a moment this evening when one horizon was all golden light and the other all silver clouds, and between was the dome of blue and mottled white sky. Now, there is a sunset of orange and red and lavender, and the woodpeckers are chattering goodnights. The yard is watered, sending a grassy, earthy scent abroad to complement the jasmine's perfume.

The jasmine blossoms suffered from the hot day yesterday, and had today been as hot I'm sure most of them would have turned brown. But there is still enough white on the hedge to let it glow brightly as dusk settles on the world. The birds settle, too, and so does the quiet, disturbed only by the occasional rustling of leaves and the singing of distant frogs and nearby crickets whose sounds blend into a soothing murmur. Ah, I can barely keep my eyes open.

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