It’s fall. The weather is colder, the days shorter. The green of the leaves pulls back to reveal the hidden gold in preparation for the surrender to the winter ahead. This display is well-known and romanticized. The withered foliage murmurs softly in reply to the whispers of the breeze and the shuffling of boots. But have you noticed how the sunsets are also more vivid in the fall?
A herd of lambs dots the sky as they begin their pursuit of lulling the world to sleep, and the horizon is covered with layers upon layers of blanket-like clouds. The sun begins its descent and envelops the earth in its amber glow. The sky morphs from blue to yellow as the final rays of daylight extend to the ground. But the sun refuses to leave without a display of brilliance.
Each drop of yellow becomes a splash of gold. The clouds are canvases upon which nature, the greatest artist, paints its ephemeral masterpiece. Ambers, oranges, and crimsons flow from the paintbrush. The sky blushes at this fanfare. This is no simple lullaby. This is a symphony. The final prodigious chords ring out as the sun exclaims its farewell. Although everything is going into hibernation, the sun refuses to become complacent and meek. As the trail of scarlet disappears, the indigo of above settles to tuck in the covers, leaving behind only wisps of rose.
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