a bit crisper
some sun, a breeze
better defined
but then the day gets sidetracked by one, small problem,
but one which resists resolution for hours
and the rest of the day piles up.
when it’s finally fixed
and I look up
the sun is gone.
The clouds are low and flat and purple in the West.
A few hours later I hear solo piano, a simple nocturne (or two),
a diminuendo into silence.