by brittanychavez

Today I worked. Sat at a desk during the gallery opening at Newspace and watched the light stretch across the wall. 
It stretched and stretched across the wall, across framed pictures, across peoples middle sections and heads and faces. The door opened and closed and the shadow opened and closed. It was 7 o’clock, then it was 8 o’clock, and the light was fading and the shadow softening and turning blue and pink and periwinkle. Then it was 9 o’clock and the light was a blur.