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  • Was it Helios* in his sun chariot that rode across my mind or was it you that made it a different kind of journey of long cast shadows into darkness?

    The sky was voluminous with steely dark slate grey clouds and fiery rose hued flames to a giant mandarin orange orb.Trees align their silvery pink trunks with leaves of mauve green and olive moss, their edges outlined in white and silver. Shimmering in the light reflected from clouds, a brilliance that only a sun beneath a cloud can give.

    The whole landscape was bathed in purple, grey and sherbet; the woods, the grass, the weeds, the chaparral slowly fade as the crimson clouds turn gray until only a stark lone white cloud lingered on the silhouetted dark night sky. As if, someone had forgotten to tell this cloud to tone it down, rendering it a sliver of silver across the enormous darkened expanse.

    The sunset is intense and respectful. The time comes and the earth surrenders herself to the meshing of colors, light until dark and sleeping she turns her back to the sun and falls to night. Reflecting on all she has shown to slumber until moonlight and stars grace a canopy that drives imaginations and fuels dreams.


    *Helios: Ancient Greek God, who drove his sun chariot across the sky each day circling Oceanus, pulled by his fire darting solar steeds, Pyrois, Aeos, Aethon and Phlegon. He pulls a canopy of darkness over the earth changing day to night. Sometimes Helios was identified as god of light, Apollo.
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