Gentle drizzle on this grey day,
Leaves glistening, few clouds rolling with utter melancholy against the painted sky.
Birds hide within their cozy nests, awaiting the sun to come to might again.
Insects crawling here or there, looking for a neighbour who might care to lend them a place to stay.
Silence creeps forth, captivating the picturesque moment.

Through it all my breath is held, not a footstep or shift of soft fabric to be heard.
Not the rustle of grass, nor scratch of pencil against the empty notebook held steadily in my hand.
Before me the sun begins to set, spreading marmalade and pink rose petals across the sky.
Stunning. Exquisite. A symphony of color disappearing into the ever growing horizon.

Those birds and insects must wait some longer for the suns golden rays.
The day is coming to a close.

Twilight sets in, stars slowly peppering the spaces between the luminescent clouds.
The moon rises, round and full, a tinge of red dusting it's pale features.
A chalky glow illuminates it's surroundings, sending the sky into a fit of magnificence.

An ode to the Gods, this spectacular array of the flawless palette we call Earth.