Evening+Light

// And as I did gaze up at the vastness of the sky and let my eyes fall to the horizon, I was met with such a vivid and beautiful display of colour that at once did I start to feel 'alive'. At the base of the horizon there was a ribbon of pinkish light, gentle, elegant and it did sit upon the points of the earth. Above this the light formed a pale yellow band that stretched up unto the heavens and as it did, so it grew in intensity from golden to a deep orange in which the sky looked scorched and fiery, but this was just a display, for the air was cool and soft, fresh, clean, as if it was the breath of god himself. Beyond the orange blaze there lay more pink and shades of blue and upon this silken rug, that hanged from the sky, lay the wisps of fur, shadowy figures torn at the edges whose colours where of a navy grey and whose bodies floated, resting against the canvas of the evening light. As one looks into the vast cold of lonely space in which your head can go back no further, the colours get darker and darker from pink, to purple, to blue, to midnight and the eerie depths of the black that is the void that lies beyond, but this black is mirrored upon the earth, as the land is cast in shadows by the fleeting sun, for her majesty the moon is coming to take her rightful throne amongst the stars and in doing so, smiles upon her children of the earth.. ..
 * // Evening Light  //**

M. Wasiniak //