Sonoma
Is it a spaceship memory now? How the swinging door would clatter and the cats would run! The flags wore blue, white, red, green and yellow and stripped to white bone for Sun, then evening reddled, and orchids grew come night. They mostly danced, but sometimes they were still. There were noises from the trees, scratching and rustling as the culprits were hunted; hiding in the shadows at the edge of the scene. Figs hung, not quite ready to eat, and, in the black of it all, the gold from the window lay warm across the water.