Deep pewter the clouds hang heavy over the western sky. The setting sun transforms this solemness with a punctuated and gleaming shades of intensity, pink flames, orange rose petals, the opaque neon of stained glass where there is no glass.
Dimming light, the gloaming, settles on the day and evening approaches. A warmer evening that we have had in a while. The air is soft with it and it is pleasant to walk in the glow of the setting sun.
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