The half moon, high up, directly above the bald head. The rising sea, thudding into the rocks that make an arbitrary shore. Soft murmurs of people, riding the wind along with the sound of the waves. A pink and magenta sky, fading into a dull violet in the east, punctuated by the moon. A littleContinue reading “Sunset”
People were by now, dancing, eating and yapping all at once. Memories, plans, presents — all were in a dance.