Two ends of the same sky
Early morning sun
burning off dew, shrinking shadows from backyards full of leaves
Thin, cool breezes up and down the alley
air thin enough to make distant sounds audible
every screen door
Late afternoon sun
casting shade from building to sidewalk to street
Less natural light means more
man made colors,
porch lights and streetlamps
spreading pools of yellowwhite
across the dusk