Literature
Rambles to a Friend
The sunrise was painted gold today.
Streaks of gold and orange meeting brilliant blue, ushering into existance between them a faint line of pale green.
Clouds lingered along the sun's gentle edges, only to be burned away by a hidden harshness they hadn't expected as the day progressed.
Like a drawing burnt by a frustrated artist.
Eventually it all settled into an agreeable blue. Well, that was before the clouds, in revenge for their fallen, crowded in and drowned the sun in a sea of gray.
There was no distinct sunset, no paint strokes across the sky.
Just a fading to black, dotted by the firefly lights of the city. And, farther from the city,