I was making my way home tonight, head filled with a daydream, when suddenly my breath caught in my chest. I turned onto University headed west and caught a glimpse of the just-after-sunset sky. There were, floating a ways above the skyline, a few long, narrow, thick, deep blue-grey clouds. Between these and the horizon was a lovely matte mist of gold. Really, it was misty! Nothing shiny, nothing glowing, nothing glittering, nothing gaudy. It looked like… fog on a mirror. Gold fog breathed on quickly fading blue sky. As I continued, the dusty, misty gold began to settled, gathering lower, nearer the horizon, and the sky behind deepened into a gorgeous mauve. Please, don’t separate those hues as you see the vision in your mind’s eye. The gold was as a veil over the mauve… It’s a wonder I didn’t wreck my car getting home. My eyes were glued to the scene as soon as I was struck by its beauty, breathed there by God. It was Art in its highest form. I’ve never seen a sky like that.
I wanted to share the picture as best I could in words. I wouldn’t dream of trying to shorten it for twitter’s sake, so I decided to share it here, though it doesn’t really amount to a blogpost. I hope your imagination is vivid enough to be charmed by my inadequate description.
kardiacharas 