Uncontained. Simply gorgeous!
The evening sky blushed like a coy bride elegantly drawing her long, rosy trail behind her. Daintily side-stepping this gossamer hue, stars awaited in bewitched silence, admiring the luminescent canvas of Mother Nature.
Tranquil moments, heavenly glory celebrated its solitary splendour till the electrical lamps came on with a pop, as if in response to “Let There be Light“. Creating their own symmetrical symphony, engaging, they challenged the upbeat cheerfulness of the evening sky.
Subdued, meek yet prudent the rose pink, golden-crowned bride bowed out, surrendering to the ferocity of man-made lights; the rosy radiance faded into darkness giving credence to the saying “The old order changeth yielding place to the new.”
The old or the new? The Maker’s brush or Man made? The natural or the artificial?
Which one for you?
(Do lemme know) 🙂