View from the living room's window:
Such enchanting evening light, spread across the sky like butter.
It reaches the window panes, but it did not manage to touch my face.
Should this be the colour of final struggle between day and night?
View from the bedroom's window:
The afternoon rain left its traces in the tinted evening sky.
Only the meek can decipher the sign -
To hold back those water, and to let go.