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Post-azure, cloud splashed sky, washes with the suns descent, breaking into melodies of sunset. Fracturing into a blush, the richness of the spectrum makes itself known. On a tangent of change, amorphous clouds bleed amber glow and bittersweet combinations of reds and yellows. Vermillion streaks through, and a few cloud folk turn titian, like sumptuous surreal apricots rotting in the sky, that seem to augur encroaching darkness. Billows on the horizon leak crimson, like spilled wine on table cloth, and pucker out like blooms of flaming roses. Fire refracted coloured cousins of the sun are dancing all about. Here is the anthem of wild transformation. Here is cause for quiet celebration. Here at this fluent juncture. Here at the closing of day. The whole of the ocean below, is the skies tremendous mirror. It's reflection is variegated, into variations a thousandfold. Multitudinous, and ever differentiated, distortions of above ride the crests of waves. Each apex is a new story. Each new story, just as soon as it is told, comes crashing into trough. Each finale is the ****** of beginning. The dynamic roar of the oceans ever-changing topology is rife with meaning. Colossal symphonic wonders, the primordial song, releasing upon: the uni- verse continual, sending the manifest to move, with the give and strain of immaculate design. Here ensconced between the safety of light and the mystery of night. Here at the oceans edge. Above, shades of catalina-blue, in conversation with the outer most cosmic-black dismiss earlier brighter hues. Tinged by the infinite nature of space, the jeweled dome darkens. Overhead, the first stars appear, sky transparent to beheld blackness. Luxuriant, pulling horizon, attracts violet into it's unfolding theatrics. Bloodied clouds turn purplish, then black, a darkening rawness allures, decaying with vivid beauty, tragedies of a rouged romance drug down into shadows play, searingly alive, extraordinarily actual. And then, the hush of dusk. Darkness is felled, like silence. Scintillating stars strengthen in the nights surrounding abyss; giving radiance definition. Dynamic Beauty Lives In Transition, Oppositions Compliment.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
A Coastal Sunset: transitional beauty
Post-azure, cloud splashed sky, washes with the suns descent, breaking into melodies of sunset. Fracturing into a blush, the richness of the spectrum makes itself known. On a tangent of change, amorphous clouds bleed amber glow and bittersweet combinations of reds and yellows. Vermillion streaks through, and a few cloud folk turn titian, like sumptuous surreal apricots rotting in the sky, that seem to augur encroaching darkness. Billows on the horizon leak crimson, like spilled wine on table cloth, and pucker out like blooms of flaming roses. Fire refracted coloured cousins of the sun are dancing all about. Here is the anthem of wild transformation. Here is cause for quiet celebration. Here at this fluent juncture. Here at the closing of day. The whole of the ocean below, is the skies tremendous mirror. It's reflection is variegated, into variations a thousandfold. Multitudinous, and ever differentiated, distortions of above ride the crests of waves. Each apex is a new story. Each new story, just as soon as it is told, comes crashing into trough. Each finale is the ****** of beginning. The dynamic roar of the oceans ever-changing topology is rife with meaning. Colossal symphonic wonders, the primordial song, releasing upon: the uni- verse continual, sending the manifest to move, with the give and strain of immaculate design. Here ensconced between the safety of light and the mystery of night. Here at the oceans edge. Above, shades of catalina-blue, in conversation with the outer most cosmic-black dismiss earlier brighter hues. Tinged by the infinite nature of space, the jeweled dome darkens. Overhead, the first stars appear, sky transparent to beheld blackness. Luxuriant, pulling horizon, attracts violet into it's unfolding theatrics. Bloodied clouds turn purplish, then black, a darkening rawness allures, decaying with vivid beauty, tragedies of a rouged romance drug down into shadows play, searingly alive, extraordinarily actual. And then, the hush of dusk. Darkness is felled, like silence. Scintillating stars strengthen in the nights surrounding abyss; giving radiance definition. Dynamic Beauty Lives In Transition, Oppositions Compliment.
christopher-wallace
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
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