The evening the sky was set alight.

An amber glow cast upon your cheek, eyes squinting into the sun as it slowly sets; disappearing beneath the distant horizon, the soft warmth of the last rays dancing on your skin, bare feet tickled by fresh grass, anĀ evident earthy smell noticeable with every intake of breath, the tinge of the night beginning to settle in the air, the slight drop in temperature as you pull on your jacket.

Basked in golden tones, painted by passionate hands – the sky is alight.



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