“Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.”~Poppy Z. Brite

 

 “the redness 

had seeped from the day 

and night 

was arranging herself 

 around us. 

Cooling things down, 

staining 

and dyeing the evening 

purple 

and 

blue black.” 

~The Secret Life of Bees

Chatham at sunset.
June 2013.