- Red is the color of blood, and I will seek it:
- I have sought it in the grass.
- It is the color of steep sun seen through eyelids…
- This is the time of day for recollections
- ~Conrad Aiken
- Twelve years ago it was a day that started with bright sun above and ended in bloodshed below.
It is a day for recollections;
- we seek remembrance,
with eyes open,
and through closed eyelids
steeped in the red that flowed that day.