Renegadetourist

Stenbron Arild, 10:46 pm

In Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2011/07/25 at 19:44

The sky has been painted in a lustrous gradient from dark blue above my head seamlessly changing to a lighter blue then yellow and finally pink bordering on orange. Grey clouds sweep across the pink like heavy brush strokes, turning to solid at the horizon. I know there is no land there but the cliffs are there no less. Right below the horizon a gleaming streak of yellowish white from left to right, like the trail of some fast-moving thing. The water is otherwise a greyish blue, ever so slightly tinted in yellow and pink where it mirrors the sky. A ragged edge of foliage, so dark green as to be almost black frames the lower part of the view while squeaking chirping insects create an auditive backdrop. My girlfriend embraces me from behind as I add letter to letter in an effort to describe something so common yet wonderous as a lingering sunset.

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