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The Wounds of Dusk 2004-11-24 - 5:23 p.m. It was still early. I ran across the street and down a block or two to the education building...through the elevator and up 12 stories...slipping into the 13th floor stairwell and finally, coming to the very top. There was noone here, the study area lights off and burnished metal shining dull in the dusk. I stood there and watched the sun die, throes of yellow and honey-pink trimmed with potent red kisses, shifting like heat along the simmering skyline. The city lights sprang from the evaporating sunlight in clusters, growing strong, with the tall tower beacons glowing devil-red in their steady fashion. And for a time I knew what it was to be an animal, captivated by only the present and what I could perceive. That memory stays, like hot pizza flaying the roof of the mouth, flavorful and potent. Sometimes healing, then, is not always best. I'd like to run my finger over this scar now and again, and smile the same way. And now I can. GuestbookWritten and photographic content, 2001-2070, Gemini Inc., All rights reserved. Disclaimer. |