i'm feeling better. went to work and all. instead of orange this evening, there was the slate blue eastern haze behind the downtown skyscrapers, who reflected the late pale yellows of a cloudless twilight, white accent beams crowning the ... former first interstate building, the yellow-to-blue spectrum in full sharp clarity on the curved full-length mirrors of the bonaventure and ... the other round-edged building a bit to the northeast. then there was my later westbound contemplation of the elusive part of the sky, between the lower yelloworanges and the deepening upper blues, which must be the middle ground of green and which my eyes can see as green but which not all other people seem able to notice on the rare occasions i've tried to point it out. it's kind of easier to see it's green if you're not trying to find exactly where its borders are. also there tonight, in the narrow green swatch of sky no less, hung the faintest whisper of a new crescent moon, which always reminds me of the dwarven answer to the hobbit of when (not yet) is durin's day. (not yet... another season yet.)

copyright 2003 carrie lynn king.