The sun set tonight in glorious shades of brilliant orange that rose higher and higher into a deep blue sky.
Gradually the orange deepened into great sweeps of scarlet and the world seemed to hold its breath
while everything - tree trunks, grass, late blooming flowers - took on a rosy hue.
Then slowly, slowly, the pink faded as though a curtain was being pulled across the sky.
All color was lost then. Green leaves became black silhouettes, yellow blossoms became solid, dark clumps, the lawn was one vast shadow. Now the black, which encompasses both earth and sky, is pierced through with tiny pinpricks of light too far away to see by.
High in the southeastern sky a half moon rides. All is not lost, then. Luna will keep watch through the night while we sleep.
