This evening a brisk wind blew us along the beach and kicked up whitecaps on the Bay. Broken blocks of ice tossed on the waves. Snowmelt poured from the sandy bluff. As the sun disappeared behind the Leelanau, the sky turned that particular shade of blue that always seems filled with possibilities and longing.
The blue hour when work is over but we’re not home yet. The time between now and whatever comes next.
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dmarks
April 4, 2009
Fits in with a song I have had in my head lately, “Only in the Blue Night”
p.j. grath
April 4, 2009
Such peaceful, evocative words accompany the image. Thank you, Gerry.
Gerry
April 4, 2009
Thanks d – I can always trust you to come up with the score for my movie. And PJ, you’re welcome. Come on home soon.
Update 4/5/09: I meant soundtrack, d – although I’m sure you can come up with a score, too.