The sky exploded into a cocktail of colours … gold, crimson, orange with a dash of pink ….. only to be engulfed by the twilight clouds, dark and menacing.
In a moment- there were only the streaks of golden and crimson set against the dark background . it looked like the setting sun was refusing to give up its abode .
I like the twilight zone …its beautiful and sad. A momentary burst of clours, a grand protest by the sun before giving up , a few golden moments snatched away by the night .
It’s a transition phase signifying change .It does not last long and yet it makes an impression …. A certain poignancy is reflected in the moment .
I can count the many twilight zones in my life …if only they were permanent and not allowed the nights to shroud them .
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Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on.
- Oscar Wilde
thanks ..thats a nice quote .yes sunsets have become old fashioned ...but its still beautiful
Beautiful description of the sunset! :)
thanks akira...sunsets in my mind are motre than just a dash of colour...its a beautiful end to a day and the twilight phase is one of the most poignant moments..
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