photoswonder

Golden sunsets glow. Slanting through your windows, cold. Lighting dust into lazy snow. Drifting, drifting slow. The blaze first to go. Then fiery Amber toes. Paint red skies bold. Then before the story is told. The colour away is blown.  horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart? Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars. Can you see the sunset real good on the West side? You can see it on the East side too.