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Jul 2015
It was that time of day
Just before the sky burst into its mystical array of oranges, reds and, purples.
Where the wind seemed to endlessly rustle through the tree
A white noise to calm the mind
You could see only then tallest blades of green grass
Dandelions
Daisies
Twitch and vibrate like the stings on a guitar
Recently plucked and left to make their resonant hum
When you stared off into the light haze covering the mountains in the distance it seemed as if there were a thousand tiny creatures dancing and celebrating all around you
It was that time of day
Where you started to feel a slight chill come over you but when you sat up just straight enough
For just long enough
Faced the quickly descending sun
And closed your eyes
You could feel each and every Ray of light
Kissing and caressing your skin
Warming you from the inside out
And you hear a silence fall over the trees as they cease conversation for only a moment
An ominous silence
Just before a gust of wind sweeps over the hillside and cools you back down
It was that time of day where
What little clouds the sky held
Went from the darkest gray
Where the sun would not shine on them
To the perfect combination of gold and white
Where he kissed them goodnight before his final decent behind the seemingly translucent mountains
Where the trails left by the airplanes
Full of homesickness and wanderlust
And the sky that guided
Seemed to separate almost as if you could just reach your hand up and grab them
And it was this time of day
The sun grazing on the peaks of the mountainsΒ Β 
The sky starting to explode into all of its hidden colors
Where you can hear the touch of lovers all around you as they slide closer and closer and closer
While the darkness starts to creep up from the sky behind
You take a deep breath and let your hand fall open
You feel what seems to be he last gust of wind roll between each of your fingers as if something was missing
Maybe A hand
Maybe a heart
and it was doing its damnedest to fill it
Where you realize you are truly alone
And you have never felt more at peace.
Written by
Thomas Barts  Portland
(Portland)   
402
   --- and Kelley A Vinal
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