In that Pulse of time

Called Evening

That Forever place where the air mists

And reaches into the sunrays

Or is it the other way round

The sunrays reach up and beyond the shadows

Tickling the clouds; washing them in the sunshine of color.

Sometimes sunsets only flick the clouds in pastels

the Air turning into lavenders and purples

Or a wind shifting drift of sherbert vapor.

Then, in a rare moment, those amazingly special sometimes, when the colors are like flames

Lighting up not only the air, and water, but also the earth and everything on it!

From my world to your heart,

Linda