Jessie Giguere

All Things Must Pass

Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Rebecca dreamed of a world of eternal sunset. The time of day where every colour is saturated. Every ocean mirroring a sky so full of the richest hues, mimicking liquid gold. A world where horizons are ablaze with a constant firey glow, and clouds you could swear were made of pink cotton candy. You’d never be in need of that metaphorical pair of rose coloured glasses. Life would always be peachy.