The sacred, a sense of wonder, freewrite

A jaded sense of wonder arises when the sun glints on the bay on late afternoon when the mountains turned indigo, separated by marine mist, and the gunmetal colored bay is a mirror to the sky. When the color of morning feeds to the thick care of afternoon, but at dusk, it’s as if the contrast was sharpened, a clear vision restored from the afternoon, Hayes. This clarity that comes just before dusk is like a sudden inside of wisdom on the eve of death.

7/20/2007 Writers’Group