The sun is far down, walled by woods. There is twilight and a pale sky. Wind is dying. Chill is deepening. An animal cries. A river is heard.
Laure and the two Kirkasanters stop on a rustic bridge over the foaming, clangorous river. The woods are black against dusk. The air smells wet.
A swimming creature leaps. Its scales gleam. It splashes back.
Laure walks easily in the clear gloaming but the Kirkasanters stumble even with artificial light.
And we appreciate all these details.
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
The stumbling of the Kirkasanters in that "clear gloaming" is a clue! It means their ancestors had adapted to far brighter night time skies.
Sean
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