this evening, two different times

[asakiyume]

First, let me tell you what the parking lot at the supermarket was like, around 5:45 pm, on my way home. There was a smell of cinnamon, maybe from someone's discarded gum, and the sun was at the edge of a tide of rain-colored clouds, and there were goldfinches somewhere nearby--you couldn't see them, but you could hear them.

Now let me show you what the sky was like closer to home, about an hour later.

Comments

[pameladean]

Oh, a very small prose poem and then a photo. What a fine entry.

P.

[asakiyume]

Thank you very much--knowing how much I love your views of nature and the world, I'm delighted to be able to provide (a little) similar for you!