Edward Hopper Second Story Sunlight

Edward Hopper Second Story SunlightEdward Hopper Route 6 EasthamEdward Hopper Queensborough Bridge
muffled. Binky's breath made fountains of cloud in the still air. He whinnied gently, almost apologetically, and pawed at the ground.
Mort slid out of the saddle and crept up to the interface. It crackled softly. Weird shapes coruscated across it, flowing andthe transparent interface, and certainly no owl reappeared on the other side. Just as he was puzzling over this there was another soundless splash a few feet away and the bird burst into view again, totally unconcerned, and skimmed away across the fields.
Mort pulled himself together, and stepped through the barrier which was no barrier at all. It tingled.
A moment later Binky burst through after him, eyes rolling in desperation and tendrils of interface catching on his hooves. He reared up, shaking his mane like a dog to remove clinging fibres of mist, and looked at Mort beseechingly. shifting and disappearing.After some searching he found a stick and poked it cautiously into the wall. It made strange ripples that wobbled slowly out of sight.Mort looked up as a shape drifted overhead. It was a black owl, patrollng the ditches for anything small and squeaky.It hit the wall with a splash of sparkling mist, leaving an owl-shaped ripple that grew and spread until it joined the boiling kaleidoscope.Then it vanished. Mort could see through