And we stood there and watched the sky.1
It was warm for January. From the jagged horizon the colors swiftly arose. The clouds closest to the dying sun reflected the orange glow and stretched it across the sky like a fitted sheet across the most stuffed of mattresses. The clouded sky grew darker as our eyes averted away from the orange haze. The sky was stained with darker and lighter spots of the ashy blue left over from dawn. The bare trees, like a thousand arms reaching up, broke up the skyline even more. Their silhouettes were both haunting and comforting as the dusk matured. 2
It’s wild that in the middle of winter we could be standing here on the earth made soft by the melting snow. It feels like a brisk in-between day, one of those days where the winter is beginning it’s yearly rest and the spring is just waking up, where it’s too warm for a coat but cold enough for a jacket.3
And there we stood, watching the sky in our jackets in January.4
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Inspired by the sky...
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This is beautiful. Short, but very inspiring and greatly beautiful. Though, it seems to be missing something, which I cannot seem to place. :/
Perhaps, you should try stretching it out...describe the moment of beauty a wee bit more.
Yours,
Bailey
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