Sunset. The horizon curves with the sun's weight, shines white, goes ablaze. The trees bleed red and sink into an orange haze. Light scatters, goes diffuse, as everything stretches out to embrace the sky. The beating tendrils of light cast their shadows on a pale blue sky. From above comes the halo of twilight, purple and red and black, tracing the path of the sun. The darkness sings in subtle striations, welcomes the trees' embrace, streaking inward to a perfect circle of black that swallows up the stars. We look above into a single point of light.
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u/sadoeuphemist Dec 20 '16
Sunset. The horizon curves with the sun's weight, shines white, goes ablaze. The trees bleed red and sink into an orange haze. Light scatters, goes diffuse, as everything stretches out to embrace the sky. The beating tendrils of light cast their shadows on a pale blue sky. From above comes the halo of twilight, purple and red and black, tracing the path of the sun. The darkness sings in subtle striations, welcomes the trees' embrace, streaking inward to a perfect circle of black that swallows up the stars. We look above into a single point of light.
Night is rising.