Sunlight shattered, bounced, and rolled from chasms, the languid reflection of chance hung on a breath of musty air before she was briskly whisked away in a gust of orange; an afterthought fell in the distance. The same wind wrapped and wired himself into a frenzy, thrashing at trees, tearing off branch and bough, ripping through freshly whipped shadows. Sanguine skies hang, suspended by pinion feathers and flash-of-tails, salmon clouds smatter the heavens, their thoughts weigh heavy on the earth herself as she heaves, and sighs, dragging oceanic blankets across her chest. Mountains shudder under the weight of the tide. Sand whips himself into shape, soft, supple movements supplemented through drought and temperamental darkness. Harsher breaths are pushed from her lungs as they permeate into russets, umber, sienna silhouettes, a crack of ice licks and spills from her lips, plunging through canyons. Skies weep their bounds into a thousand open eyes, with fresh tilled mouths receptive to every shy drop. Lilac skirts fling their ambition as choral flutters fill her cathedral, a surge of electricity fills lungs as screams echo from rafters. Earth rolls herself back, as moonlight casts doubt against your eyes.
“You missed a beautiful sunset, I would have woken you, but you were elsewhere’