“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
the lavender and indigo
to the purple hour.
purple is just as germane.
like gold or stinging crimson.
the sun is leaving.
but not really.
it is merely moving to the other side of the planet.
yet, the sun moves not .
we are the wanderers.
and there will be another one tomorrow to kiss your eyes.
if today i don’t have the capacity to take in all the beauty,
no need to panic.
it will always be there.
what would we do.
what would we do?
which one is your favourite, sunset or sunrise?