waiting for a light to come on.

6.28pm.
the sky is painted with colors i didn't know could exist at such height. light blue, a shade i cannot explain. the clouds, glowing, burning a subtle yet astonishing pink. i feel embraced by the orange as we run from the setting sun.

6.34pm.
it's hushed now. the clouds are graced with white. the hills look like black and brown shadows against a painted picture. the colors are fascinating. above the line of the mountains there is a hint of yellow, so desperate to be seen. it glistens. fades to white, so bright, and then back to blue. i'm straining my head now, to see.

6.58pm.
no more sun. no more colors. just darkness.