Halcyon Days Undone
Idyllic skies color themselves in abstractly ordered hues, poignant castings across ungraspable reaches, to farther-offs never to be reached to gossamery shimmers of ambivalence across dead dusty summer rays: Late early evening speeds up; bygones come spooling out - distant fields of view prettier from farther away. But, we find, we can’t stop this hasty world; we can't bother our hasty selves with slowing down, and the sun gets paler, gets dimmer, more distance, and more sad: the twilight, like hazy magic, as nebulous dreams come out, and our halcyon days come undone.