Wed, Nov. 7
... The perfect sky
I walked out of the church earlier, and the sky was perfect. Hazy, dusty, deepish blue everywhere but just above the horizon, where the clouds were splashed a beautiful, brilliant, bright pink; waves of color with flecks of gold still reflected in them from the setting sun. I turned to look for my bus, and when I turned back, the pink had faded into the deeper purple-grey-pink color of evening sky, and another of God's moments had passed, to be replaced by another, equally beautiful one, both to live only in memory.
infinite ||
abyss
posted at 7:35 p.m.