The Setting

Sun beats down lingering lazily above, slowly waltzing across the blue abyss before hovering along the horizon, suspended, then easing down—lower—leaving misty pink light in its wake. Land breathes, exhaling the steamy breath of the day. Darkness cloaks, punctured by Lyra, Hercules, Sagittarius and Scorpius. Lovers entwine in a sweaty tempest of passion cooled only by night’s zephyrs.

13 thoughts on “The Setting

  1. the last sentence after “sweaty” casts a shadow of academic style over the setting rest that is so good. hehe. not much like you, that sentence – at least from what i have read. :)

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