you needed to see yesterday’s sunset.
The mist settled upon the ocean like cotton,
the colors, layered and electric, pulsing.
After the sun descends comes the best part,
always: those are the finest clouds, you see.
Yesterday, though.
Crepuscular rays stretched heavenward,
preaching, shouting out the gospel
founded only, and only, of what is, what is.
What is.
The Wandering Introvert 
Beautiful!!!!
Thank you! 🙂