She shifted the blue car into fourth and glanced down across the lower slopes of the mountain and across the bay, and thought ‘Fuck, that’s beautiful.’
It was her favourite time of day. When the land and the light is so vivid it seems to glow.
The mountains etched in deep relief with amber and amethyst. The sea flat; polished lapis lazuli. The city lines soft and shining with the reflected sun.
She smiled, unclenched her hands from the wheel. Relaxed against the seat. Opened the window to feel the wind in her hair. And as the first indigo of dusk deepened the sky and the night began to rise across the flat lands, she sighed and was glad that she lived here.