The five o'clock air still carried the weight of the dark, but the eastern edge of the sky was wet with a thin thread of light, as if the day were about to rise.
The five o'clock air still carried the weight of the dark, but the eastern edge of the sky was wet with a thin thread of light, as if the day were about to rise.
When the dawn air was still cool, I sat by a half-frozen river. I could just barely hear water seeping through the cracks in the ice. That sound faded quietly, with no telling where it went.