Sunday in the park May 30, 2008

I lie on velvet red rectangle upon cool emerald carpet. The setting sun warms my face even as evening begins to chill. Lazily I watch metallic birds glide across slate clouded sky. Winged flocks pass as sure as shifting constellations. Closer to earth, bees perform their dinner dance above the clover tufts. Pink washes the sky. Birds sing the light away. Fireflies take the stage, yellow beacons in the falling gray.