Chasing the Daylight

The chamber of commerce should have sent a photographer over to capture the reflection of the sunset on the pond. The silhouette of dog-walkers, the glint off a feather, the early-season dandelions for now seeming festive. The silent float of a kite above the creak of a swing 'til the flutter and dive and recovery. A pick-up clang off the rim, the sweet sound of bat hitting ball, and a neighborhood woman, music clenched in her fist, silenced, running uphill and into the wind.