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Looking out the window. Somewhere in the distance I hear what I think are the faint, happy calls of children. Far more closely, the sharp cheeping of a bird, repeated and then falling into silence.
The pasture behind the house is mostly in shadow from the trees, but a spray of orange-gold sunlight marks the southeast corner of it still, and the trees around the house that goes with that property are vivid, for all that they're darkened by the tones of the sunset: red remains almost constant, too dark for the light to change, and yet it's faintly gilded; the greens darken faintly, but are likewise gilded.
Birds still dip and flirt, small black shapes, over the pasture; here it is marked by reddish-brown plants rising up, there with the yellow of what I'd swear was tansy-weed, still another spot with the white flowers (clustered, a patch perahps ten feet across) of a plant I have known and avoided since childhood, and still forgotten the name of.
A crow calls.
Most ofthe pasture is wheat-colored, warm against the cool of blue and blue-grey sky above. Most of the sky is clouds, the bottoms darker, the upper portions lighter, as the sunset touches valleys. Lower clouds, here and there, are a soft shell-pink, glowing faintly; and to the south, a break of pale cyan sky, light and delicate against the vividness of the ground in sunset.
In the time it's taken me to type this, the last of the sun-gilding has vanished from the pasture. So quickly, I think a cloud must have come across its face, making the beauty of that moment all the more admired. A bird with a red-orange belly just flew, quickly, across from right to left, past my window but not too close - over the trees opposite. The tangle of berry vines below is a mix of greens, medium and dark, and beautiful in the shadow of the house.
And, yes, the sun returns to the pasture - further out than it had been, the sunset advancing, the night approaching, but obviously it was only a cloud. It's odd: those red trees are mostly in sunlight, partly in shadow, now, and where the shadow already touches them they are almost black, made the more indisinguishable from it by the colors where the sun touches.
So very pretty.
The pasture behind the house is mostly in shadow from the trees, but a spray of orange-gold sunlight marks the southeast corner of it still, and the trees around the house that goes with that property are vivid, for all that they're darkened by the tones of the sunset: red remains almost constant, too dark for the light to change, and yet it's faintly gilded; the greens darken faintly, but are likewise gilded.
Birds still dip and flirt, small black shapes, over the pasture; here it is marked by reddish-brown plants rising up, there with the yellow of what I'd swear was tansy-weed, still another spot with the white flowers (clustered, a patch perahps ten feet across) of a plant I have known and avoided since childhood, and still forgotten the name of.
A crow calls.
Most ofthe pasture is wheat-colored, warm against the cool of blue and blue-grey sky above. Most of the sky is clouds, the bottoms darker, the upper portions lighter, as the sunset touches valleys. Lower clouds, here and there, are a soft shell-pink, glowing faintly; and to the south, a break of pale cyan sky, light and delicate against the vividness of the ground in sunset.
In the time it's taken me to type this, the last of the sun-gilding has vanished from the pasture. So quickly, I think a cloud must have come across its face, making the beauty of that moment all the more admired. A bird with a red-orange belly just flew, quickly, across from right to left, past my window but not too close - over the trees opposite. The tangle of berry vines below is a mix of greens, medium and dark, and beautiful in the shadow of the house.
And, yes, the sun returns to the pasture - further out than it had been, the sunset advancing, the night approaching, but obviously it was only a cloud. It's odd: those red trees are mostly in sunlight, partly in shadow, now, and where the shadow already touches them they are almost black, made the more indisinguishable from it by the colors where the sun touches.
So very pretty.
