WingedLioness

Peripheral vision, Sun glow The light of the setting sun shines through my window, below the blinds. I can not actually see the sun- but out of the corner of my eye my hair shines bright like golden thread. Although, even as I write this now, the light on my hair rapidly grows dimmer as the sun sinks lower. Now my hair seems to burn like embers of coal in the fire, deep dark red. But I see now in my hair that the sun must have only passed behind a cloud and it is almost as bright as before- maybe a bit more orange this time, like a steady flame that burn warm in the fireplace for a while more.