There’s been a strange shimmer in the air, the last few days. I first noticed it, looking west across the gardens in the long, slanting, late-afternoon sunlight. It took me a minute to register it, and even then I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t just imagining it. All the world seemed softly illuminated, the acid-green...
Continue readingThe Season of Stained Glass
It was almost like looking at stained glass, so sheer and translucent that you could almost see right through it, glowing molten-bright in the long, slanting light of the early spring sun....
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