Beauty is truely in the eye of the beholder
I've just looked outside because it is beginning to get dark, and there is a huge swathe of cloud covering the top half of the view from my bedroom window. And it is the most beautiful lilac colour, and the bottom of the cloud bank is highlighted and lined by this wonderful pink - it is like bright highlighter-pen pink that has been muted down in tone. And underneath that there is the sky which is the palest blue, before it fades into a milky white at the bottom of the window.
And if you look to the left the white fades into lemon yellow; if you look east then the sky is still painted in so many tones of blues and dark purples.
And five minutes after I started to type this, it has all gone; the cloud bank has turned a blue-grey, and looms oppressively over the paler shades of the sky.
Sometimes all you need are the simple things.
And if you look to the left the white fades into lemon yellow; if you look east then the sky is still painted in so many tones of blues and dark purples.
And five minutes after I started to type this, it has all gone; the cloud bank has turned a blue-grey, and looms oppressively over the paler shades of the sky.
Sometimes all you need are the simple things.