Spreading a Memory All Through the Sky

[akirlu]

Driving home from square dancing, a little after 9:00, skimming along through the long, light evening of early summer. Even overcast, light lingered in the sky, clouds opalescent gray blue behind the towers of the city shining down to their own reflections in the wind riffled, pale mirror of Lake Union. A single sailboat, moonlight pale mainsail belled out before the wind, ghosted across the lake. It's a quicksilver blue city in the summer dusk; blue, but not sad.