Bands of apricot, shaded to pale yellow, rise over the walls of Atlantic Ocean clouds. Their light drains into the pale blue sky studded with clouds.

The train rattles past, the whirring of the wheels on the rails moves to the bay. And the train’s cry recedes as the locomotive cars go west.

Birds call to one another in the trees, fading green and copper, their light music—

Ripples spread over the water, some pulled by the water’s tug, others blown into its surface by the wind. The water is charcoal and light gray.

Sleeping houses hook around the water, their darkened windows look out into the water.

All of the sky brightens as the sun rises.