Bright yet seemingly no more substantial than
the fog that rolls in from the bay or
the smoke left after the pyre,
she turns, refracts the light with her turning
dark prismatic colours beyond the rainbow
in wavelengths imperceptible to the human eye
but casting shadows yet.
and watch the planet bleed angular momentum
the net effect of which
is late sun lancing through oak leaves tousled by zephyrs from the West
the casting of porcelain gray shadows on warm cedar wood
the light teasing pale motes thrown up from the hillside
visible for a heartbeat or maybe two
quietly hiding themselves again in plain sight
unless they bring to your tongue the slight taste
heat leaving the land
brightness leaving the sky
quick leaving the dead
me leaving you
Wherever she went, the Pilgrims found her. It didn't take much skill; she wasn't remotely like other Folk, even when she tried to be.
She went to the Moon, quaintly believing it to be somewhere secluded. Forty thousand Pilgrims greeted her at Moonbase Anna, happily waving banners stucattooed with her likeness, and cheering at her dismay as she reluctantly left the shuttle and stepped onto the red carpet in the arrival bay.
The first workday in the forest has involved moving the wireless router from the back of the house to the centre of the house, which involved running a network cable from the satellite internet modem to the router's new home.