My gift is to sing the sunset, to see the world renewed this day. I walk down the same streets day after day, I connect to being in this space, every thing is fresh & new in this moment. The colors become so vivid when I surrender into forgetfulness.
The expanse of Lake Erie reflects the sky orange, pink, and purple, light & dark blue. Rolling waves and endless interface of fluidity. Dense water and sparse gaseous air. The one substantial enough to bend waves of light.
I sing the sunset; bright purples & deep pinks interplay & balance one another. A symphony of color on an atmospheric night.
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