It is dusk and I sit on the back porch step in the crepuscular light. The sky, fingered with rose-colored clouds, reflects on the house and yard. Everything glows red. Every blade of grass is luminous. Pink begonias grow in a clay pot by my side. A spiky red bee balm blossom, grown too tall, lies toppled across the garden. The veins in the chard leaves glow crimson as a showgirl’s lips. I pluck a sprig of basil and hold it in my ruddy palms- a green blossom in red earth.

Fireflies light up across the lawn and amongst the trees, creating a jagged constellation.

Now dark has settled in the valley. Below, creatures bustle in the thick blackness. Above, the cosmos rests in serene and resplendent blue.