Late at night; I sit on the sofa, tucked into the warm sound of a cat licking it's fur. In the soft lamplit evening glow I feel the day stretched into my legs. Around me my house sleeps gently in a chocolate darkness. Hours of movement have come to a slow, slumbering halt. "Sssh", that is what the night is saying, "Listen".
2 comments:
I love the way you write. I could feel all of that. I especially like the description of the day stretched into your legs. I know that feeling.
yeah exactly what Amy says. also makes me think of something Diebenkorn (one of my favorite artists!) would paint. like one of his figurative paintings here:
http://imagecache2.allposters.com/IMAGES/MEW/3231.jpg
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