It’s dusk, and it’s been overcast all day. The sun never actually came out, so to say that it’s setting feels deceitful. But to the west, the sky has cleared a bit, and the tall buildings are safe in the embrace of pink clouds and periwinkle sky. The east is dark, except for a handful of stars.  I’m not sure I believe in an afterlife, but if it exists, for some reason it feels closer when the sky is a strange color, and I want to believe that salvation can be found in nights like this. I turned my face to the sky, and with the wet air against my face, I told my grandfather I loved him. I took the change in the wind’s direction as his response.

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  1. on 28 Sep 2010 at 8:58 pmLinsey

    I’m kind of hoping you find your faith so that I can hang out with you around a table in the library of forever and you can educate me.


  2. on 02 Oct 2010 at 8:24 pmFreelove Zilpha

    Elegiac and beautiful.


  3. on 03 Oct 2010 at 11:20 amSongirl


    I rather liked the spare elegance of that statement. Feeling as though it was taking the advice of Coco Chanel who told us in terms of accessorizing that we should remove one thing before going out the door. But LJ didn’t like it. It told me it was too short. So much for simplicity.

    It was still lovely.


  4. on 07 Oct 2010 at 1:31 pmCarol Hansen

    I like this idea. It fits what I believe too. We are all part of the energy in the cosmos, what will always be, what always was.


    Colleen reply:

    I’m toying with the idea of short story based on this.