I really didn't think I'd post today. But as I went about
the usual business of watering my plants, the western
horizon started to unveil its symphony of colours...
The softest of hues...the palest of pales....
A swirling concoction of orange...
The faintest tinges trailed towards infinity...
An orange dream fades...
When did the etchings turn to ink?
The stars are out--strips of gossamer clouds still float on a
darkening sky. When you're serenaded by an autumn sky, how
can you NOT post?!
1 year ago