serenade

debf3-sunset-878e7e-sunset-6b06f2-sunset-3I was doing the dishes. I’ve decided I really don’t mind them at this point. There are only two of us. The mess never gets too big. I turn the water on hot. Steam comes off my hands as I scrub. I look out the window in front of me, see the last light of day greeting me through spindly branches. I run outside. I stand behind the house until my fingers are numb as the horizon to the west sweetly serenades me with color.

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