Tangerine tree

…the day was done and it had been another blue Sunday. I went outside to rake leaves, but gave up before I even started. The sun was almost down and the moon was already up in the sky. The tangerine tree seemed to glow golden and everything else was grey and in shadow. I sat down in the grass and looked around. A few invisible birds chattered and the fading light itself seemed to create a soft hum… there was no “scream ” going through nature, as Munch would say… only a sigh of resignation…