He watched the white slash of the drip that fell from a dangling beam of bright light that sang a brittle, but polished tune, accompanied by bells.
His nose turned up to sniff the cold air, that was suddenly laced with flakes of sun-tinged yellow shards of hot glass falling from the sun.
The deep blue shadow folded over and rolled up behind the abandoned wood shack at the edge of Victoria Forest. The thick padding of moss and mulch and grass and dead leaves and lost engagement rings and footsteps from juveniles having parties and liquid lovers escaping the fires of families and future science professors down on knees examining the detail of veins in leaves lost to life forever.
That was all.
And he watched.
Ice Melting is 24″×30″ acrylic on canvas