The rusty golden dirt sparkles off the tip of the sun, orange shimmer and yellow flames twinkle in my eyes and dance in the fiery sky. The faint singing harmony of the memory fairies tip toe along the sky line, and pixie dust spreads like wild fire across the horizon. The air is fragrant with the sweet honeydew nectar from the soft petals of the nimnoon flowers. The soft sprits sweep gracefully, racing up my neck and gilding through my silky black hair. Whipped clouds float among the firelit sky, setting the sun off, as if it was painted by the most delicate hands. Cream white, with a burnt orange tinge
