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May 2019
White lights glitter against the black grill
The terrace is door open
A view of the plants can be seen
which are highlighted by the lowering sun giving them an impressionistic look

A slight breeze moves through the awning gently moving it back and forth

The light plays against the rose colored buildings giving them a special magical hue
It’s almost surreal

Another day is coming to a close as nighttime encroaches
The change from light to darkness is in a holding pattern like an aircraft waiting to land

The shades of pink change as the sun drops

As the sun continues to drop its
time to relax and slowdown
People are gravitating to cafes for their coffee and chat with friends
Evening is on its’ way
Barbara R Maxwell
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