Come with me, if you care
To watch the mountains disappear
In a blaze of burning light
As the day gives way to night.
sre
Sunset over the Salt Lake from Grandma Harvey's porch
In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference.
I like it, Scott - both the pictures and the prose.
ReplyDelete-Necia