I get away from the crowd, on to the top of a hill. On the other side is the peacock valley, where I see retired men sitting in groups, chatting their idle hours away.
A young couple, pass me by. Suddenly, she stops midway pulling his sleeves saying, " Look, look! How beautiful!" I see a red copper swiveling plate as it slips downward, sheer vibrancy envelops the entire lake below in burning oranges and reds. A sacred moment, this twilight, perfect because it's neither day nor night, neither light nor darkness and without a double, it has come to stay in my mind.
string of jasmine her plait in step with her hips