cynth (cynthtastic) wrote,


During my drive home tonight, the clouds were brush strokes; it was like driving into an oil painting. If I remember my sixth grade science meteorology unit correctly, they were cirrus clouds. The colors were amazing. At gloaming, the setting sun mutes some colors but illuminates, lightens, brightens, and heightens contrast for others. It was clearly striking, since I neither notice these things nor write like this.
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