Richard Golding
Writing


Translucence

It is coming to evening, with a watery sky: pearl grey everywhere except yellow and a little orange around the sun lowering toward the horizon. Ahead, a crow sits on a fence, then takes off up against the sun. It seems translucent green for a few moments, until it goes higher and further to become a black speck against the cloud.

                    13 May 2017, 2 February 2019