The altostratus clouds stretched out in drifts like sand on a deserted beach. Random waves of wispy white lie against a backdrop of baby blue. They appeared motionless, frozen in an abstract painting of ghost white smeared on a canvas of Bleu de la France.
A light breeze rustled through the trees. The sparrows, doves, and pigeons chirped, cooed and warbled as they found their roost for the night. The temperature was perfect…while the thermometer said eighty four it felt like seventy two and the air was as fresh as if it had just rained.
The early evening’s sunlight pierced the atmosphere at a low angle and the suspended particles filtered out the shorter wavelengths leaving the longer ones to illuminate the underside of the clouds in shades of crimson and pink.
I sat there mesmerized until the last ray of light had faded and a mosquito whispered in my ear “it’s time to go inside”
It was that magical hour before sunset…the perfect end to a perfect day…the Lord ’s Day.
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Wow - I think we are living in simultaneous universes. I had the exact same evening.
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