Sunset Over the Bay

It was as if all vengeance was set to touch down here upon the blazing waters of the bay. The air turning fiery red and a big sun burning through into the sealed catacombs of the head. But in truth all was passing in an earthly quiet save for the solitary cry of a gull riding the last light home to roost and the sound of water lapping the pier. In another time everything was cauterized by a smothering fear and found no voice. Demons carried a white hot cross. The colors of a setting sun gave to eyes a palette to paint the furnaces of hell. Now - here in this light and in these distances spanning the bay's wide waters, small boats move and leave fiery wakes upon the mind that linger for a while then heal to a reflective still. The evening settles back, as old men do, into a deepening silence.