Sunsets

It's been awhile, but sometimes there are things so awe inspiring, you cannot help but have to write about them. Tonight I was watching the sunset, as I have been every night for some time now. It's one of the most beautiful things I've laid eyes on, and it changes constantly, from moment to moment, and is different every night. Tonight I wrote as I watched the beauty unfurl before me. This isn't prose that I sat down and purposed to write - I was writing this to someone very dear to me, just describing to him what it was I saw. 

The breeze is crisp, the clouds are rippled and drawn out, pulled like
salt-water taffy over the warmth of the setting blaze of a star. The sky
is perfect hues of fading blue. Half of the sky debates darkness with
its grey scrapes of clouds, tainted with pink edges, bleeding orange.
Wisps of white play across the gloom. In the distance, the taffy-pulled
clouds take on a deep purple, and candy oranges play on the edges,
catching light. No silver lining, only the most royal and majestic of
gold-leaf rim the thick bulk of dark taffy-cloud. The wind wafts through
the sky, giving the lavender tinted-clouds a smell of blue-bonnets and
snapdragons. The grey clouds have a sweet smell of incense,
embittered by smoky appearance. Mmm, the cotton candy pink puffs
hovering over the rims of the earth look positively playful!