When the air is not blowing, and the wind is not strong, the sky attempts to garner our thoughts by changing its colors across the field. From faded sunshine on the west, to dark but radiant blue rocking in the night from the east, and capturing our vision from the red glow of its nightly fall, lying full center, we see the evenings marks.
The greens are full, their reflections captured from earth are as bright as their bodies, the wavelets are tiny up close, and do nothing but enhance the view of the deep blue sky, as if it were as close as the trees.
The rocks are black as the coming night, but each is framed in the last light of day, as the sun, too rapidly, commences its already diminished passage into night.
Ralph E. Peck
Photo by Marla Bolton
Lake Eufaula, Oklahoma
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