5:16PM

5:16pm

The sun hangs low on the horizon, a rare watchable and watching round of warmth hovering a few minutes above cobalt blue water. It divides the sky into a perfect split half, the warm gradient from peachy orange to hazy baby blue marked as a counterpart to the cool clouds, dyed purple by their shadows, hemmed by brilliant halo’s. Their violet limbs reach greedily around the sun, hungry for light but polite enough still to allow the courtesy of not obscuring its sight.

The ocean moves excitedly, but calmly. Not still, but not full of swell either. It disrupts its own insulting colour, softening the blow, by allowing for shadows to blacken its face with sporadic speckles and stripes.

 

A 70s building faces outwardly from the street. It is cubic, three great rectangles of thick white concrete boarders framing large slabs of impenetrably dark tinted windows, near as wide and as tall as the face of each floor should allow. Their dirt and grime is alleviated by the wash of golden light. In the reflection of the dark surfaces of their glass, the sky is distorted into an amorphous wash of luminous mid brown.

A small handful of streets away, a train pulls noisily into the station, announces that its doors are closing, and departs again.

Impolite.

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