Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Golden light

She painted all day again and then when the sun was sinking we walked. The light was golden.

The air was chill and the light was fading, painting the world with purple shadows. Mice were waking and birds getting sleepy. The perfect time for a cat to walk. Pixie hid on the rock wall high above the sea, ears listening for the smallest sound.

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