As I eat my dinner at the dining room table,
no lights on,
watching the colors of the sky,
I wonder if anyone else
sits inside
and refuses to turn on the light,
even though it is too dark to read,
too dark to cook or clean,
Because a light would
erase the view
of beige houses turning gold
in the yellow light of dusk.
Turning on the light
would make it difficult to appreciate
the disappearing clouds,
the pinks and purples
created from moisture in the air.
The late afternoon rain only lasted a few minutes
but a rainbow lingered,
a teaser for the color show soon to come.
Dusk.
Dinnertime.
A few more minutes and it will be dark enough outside
that I will need to turn on the lights
inside.
