Washed of night but not yet filled with day, the sky is colorless against the trees.
"Don't draw the objects," she taught me, "but the spaces in between them."
The other teacher, watching the dancers, said "It's not the moves. It's what happens in between them."
The man in the article wrote, "Point yourself towards the spaces in between your breaths."
The man by the piano said, "She can hear the silences in between the notes."
Washed of night but not yet filled with day.
