The sun sets in the forest, as it does every day. I tell myself that these colors are just for me though. Tonight, they are mine:
When the colors are gone the forest becomes cold. I shiver as I make my way back to the truck. I hold onto the memory of color.
4 comments:
Lovely. Shivvering, huh? I told you so!
Cat - yep, but I knew the shivering was going to happen. I was jogging down this trail working up a sweat, then the sun went down and I was suddenly very cold. :)
What unseen hand painted the sky for you this night?
Jarart - I don't know the artist, but I do enjoy his work. :)
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