Later That Same Evening . . .
Jun. 9th, 2004 10:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphThe twilight was remarkable. The clouds and hazy patches in the west all turned a vivid shade of mauve, which deepened to violet and then blue-gray. Alas that I have no camera capable of capturing such shades, or the subtle light pervading the atmosphere.
Now, I can hear the sound of soft rain which has refreshed the jasmine so that its fragrance once again fills the night air much as that unearthly light filled the evening. A single cricket continues to chirp from some sheltered dry spot. All the woodland is wrapped in moist serenity. I'm going out to join it.
Now, I can hear the sound of soft rain which has refreshed the jasmine so that its fragrance once again fills the night air much as that unearthly light filled the evening. A single cricket continues to chirp from some sheltered dry spot. All the woodland is wrapped in moist serenity. I'm going out to join it.
