The river this evening

The river this evening was an inky, iridescent blue on one side, an oil slick on the other.

The blue caught the last long note of the fading light, glowing with beauty. Like rumpled silk spread out on the dressmaker's table, ready to make a fantastical ballgown dotted with stars like rhinestones. The water seemed to swish and sway, aware of its decorative covering, in love with its own reflection.

The black glowered, thick and potent it lapped the bounding walls. 'Enjoy your beauty while it lasts. All good things come to an end.' It seemed to say.