Last night at dusk, on a walk by the lake, I looked one direction and the sky was forming pink and blue stripes. The other way was a brilliant indigo blue. Along the edge of the horizon a subtle shade of apricot formed. Within the time it took for me to cross the bridge (and I was not in any rush) it all changed to a dark sapphire-colored sky.
"Illustrious every one! Illustrious what we name space—sphere of unnumber’d spirits; Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even the tiniest insect; Illustrious the attribute of speech—the senses—the body; Illustrious the passing light! Illustrious the pale reflection on the new moon in the western sky! Illustrious whatever I see, or hear, or touch, to the last." -from Walt Whitman's Song at Sunset
so refreshing!
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