Monday, 28 June 2010

late at night

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".


Amy said...

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.

redredday said...

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: