The evening breeze wind the sunset, the horizon still remained with a touch of bloody glow. M oon kicked out by the sea early today seems with some weakness sullen, reluctantly lurking in the twilight years. White light, weakness and pale.
Perhaps about to complete the installation team got off work early. Walki ng in small groups, sitting drag the row of the 1989 pairs. Clothes covered with dust, welding slag, paint, one a bit tired face or generous revealed a rare delight.
A cute puppy, furry, I do not know when ran from the place out. Toward the the Wrap crowd. O ne pair of thin, strong hands picked up, shaking, intimacy. Bes ide workers jokingly said, Yo, you brothers again welcome you. The dog's owner did not refute. Brothers, bite him. And then chase, frolic. Dogs barking, people, language, dense gentle prelude to the night, everything is so harmonious, so rural, so the United States.