The Last Rose

[Dalome]

The day while cloudy held blue skies. As the sun emerged from its hiding place behind the cloud cluster, it cast a conflagration of colors including reds, oranges and yellows. Although the trees had stopped their rhythmic dance, the sweet and tangy odor of their fruit still remained intact, followed in suit by the salty sea coming from the east. The sun, cast a heavy shadow upon the porch, darkened by the old plank sunroof and covering the wood from the swelling of the heat.
Evening had approached and as usual it was a lazy afternoon.