Sunset

May 1, 2019

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I sit in the whispering grass, the wind humming a soft tune around me. Off in the distance, the orange topaz jewel gives off a friendly glow as it hangs low in the sky, kissing the tips of the trees.

The clouds, stringy wisps of cotton, are dark against the soft shine, and sharp against the marigold and rose smothered sky. The comforting warm light of day is slowly pulled away like a fleece blanket as I sit and watch the orange topaz sink lazily beyond the horizon.

P.M.K.