Saturday, 23 August 2008
The hour of Evening
It was the hour of evening. Stepping those stairs in Medborgsplasten, I felt the tap in my eyes. It was a gentle tap. Looking inside I looked up. The sky was blazing. Houses and tree tops were clothed in a golden hue. Enchanted by the magic display I walked by the sun. Hours passed as I followed the Sun. Sun in tern circled around me. The smell of the sea weed filled my body. I stopped and camped on the bank. Sun poured itself into my eyes and down it sank within me. Such was the hour that evening.