Just a Sunset
It’s something I've done more often now. Watching the blue sky as it mellows out. The bright yellow sun that once sent electricity through the air now paints a reflection of the days events, handling every depiction with care. These moments are like brush strokes that blanket the sky. Those swirling bold colors caressed with light give hope, new beginnings, and a smile to your minds eye. Can you see it. Close your eyes a imagine those bright blues turning into deep purples and fiery Reddish hues. My eyes don’t even have to strain to see it. I smile. That stroke right there, it reminds me of you. I’d seen that same rare stroke from my window in my room. It was back in a time before the city’s were ghost towns, before the plagues left Egypt and infected the world; before people became afraid and lost that love that was already slipping away, before there was an even deeper hate. I wish I could go back to that place…