a Week's Worth of Sunsets

WEDNESDAY.

Between both red and purple I couldn't decide which owned the sky in this moment. With the clouds always continuing to shift one second it was one, the next, the other. I guess I could almost say that orange was winning, the color is being worn by most of the clouds after all. But it wasn't the boldest of oranges.

Red or purple – maybe I just give it to both, call their dance through the clouds together a draw and just sit back and watch the grace of the heavens. I didn't see the reward in that though. The colors continued to darken as the sun continued to set and the clouds began to shed their own cosmetic color. They were a lovely type of cloud, and though I couldn't say what type they are, I could describe them. Rough, like lots of rocks balanced in the sky. They were bright underneath and dark everywhere else, like rocks dipped in paint. Sky rocks, that could be what type of cloud they are, if I was a meteorologist that's what I'd call them anyway.

I wonder if there'll be rain soon. A rainbow at sunset would be nice, very nice, actually. And it'd add even more red and purple to the sky. I still haven't decided on which one was the winner. I bet both colors are eagerly awaiting my decision though. Who would it be? The dashing red or the humble purple?

You know, maybe I could keep them hanging, it's not like there needs to be a winner every night. Yeah, I like that, not every night. Tonight can be one of those winnerless nights.