A Moment

Suddenly, the blinds had to be opened.

The sky, with dark green spruce-shaped shadows cut out of it, had a foam-tipped wave of peach-colored light washing down it like paint drying. All greens were gold. The moose rib that I found at Shotgun Cove, sitting on the window sill, was alive with pink and gray light tracing its gashes. Headlights shot with summer slowness up the back street. The edge of the world was on fire. The smoke smelled like lilacs and salt.