Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Here, now.

Driving home. 

It’s early evening, and the sunlight sifts between the hills in golden sheets.

In a field of long grass, some horses are grazing: one spotted, one gray, one white. 

And on the white horse’s back, a white egret is perched.  The curve of its neck a question with no answer but this valley, sliced by light. 

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