They sat together in look to the west and sight of the evening sky, burn of its fire orange and yellows tempering into cimarron and rust as cool arrived on the settling air at end to day of abnormal heat each welcomed and loved in live of its March-spring gift.
Like fire of sky, song of the birds tempered too and died into silent-cool.
Shift in sky-temper, heaven-hues transfigured. Like magic, reds and blues colored back.
They rested in the peace: still of the air, die of the sounds, fading of the glow as mauve colored lavender, lavender painted deeper violet, and through the darkening of upper-sky points of light as stars appeared in dappled twilight-cast.
In view and gaze, like sky, she settled.
In reverie and remembrance, she thought upon small beauties and pleasures of the day: windows open, song of the birds, and fresh on the air in carry through.
Spring was arrived. Sights, sounds, and sense, she felt herself absorbed and drawn with awe—piece and part—into romance of the living season.