Vignette Ordinaire
I was walking home - desperately - from work one day, shuddering with my disinterest, when I looked up and saw a simple composition floating in the impatient sky. All of the elements were ruled by astronomy, so as each second passed, they were shifted by a celestial sleight-of-hand.
I saw a crescent moon, hanging in the sky like a slice from a ghostly fruit. A rag of cloud, the color of sweetness - apricots, irises - was pulled across the pale lunar fraction. The sky was a gentle product of the negotiation between daylight and sunset: a lavender agreement.
The sky assembles visions like this every evening. It is common drink. But I would dare anyone to take a sip from this vignette ordinaire and not return home happy and reeling.
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Your post evoked a beautiful image of the universe. I loved the line : The sky was a gentle product of the negotiation between daylight and sunset: a lavender agreement :) I hope you wouldn't mind if I send this line to my friends with a link to your blog :)
Sometimes I feel that I'm forcing a piece to be more lengthy - I'm starting to make them as long as they interest me.
I'm reading 'Have His Carcase' by Dorothy Sayers, waiting for the romance between Lord Peter and Harriet Vane to heat up. I'm also reading 'Courtesans' by Kate Hickson for the umpteenth time. I have the very bad habit of re-reading my books - I should be buying more!
Ahhhh. What a beautiful way to remind us all to desist from our shoegazing and cast a glance at the sky.