we hold hands and run across the frozen ground toward the burning sky
broad brushstroke of orange above the turquoise sea
lone star puncturing the intensity
competing with the twinkling street lights scattered across dark brooding hills which merge into moody clouds
up and up we look
citrus colours - orange lemon lime - fade into blue
and behind us night has arrived
and then
small pink smudge of pink cloud on the black horizon
we missed the sun set
but see the moon is rising
distant and magical amber sphere
it reflects the flaming sky behind us
sharp intake of breath at its beauty
creation has so much to say
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