Turning up for night shift

The sun crests on the horizon, shades of burnt sienna, a spray of muddy wands traversing a dirty sky.  With torpored gaze, we observe its slow descent, devoid of interest: transmutation to vapid ochre, indiscriminate casting of mustard hues. Peering from heads lowered over stooped shoulders, over curved spines, arms hanging limp at our sides;Continue reading “Turning up for night shift”