Dusk

I just had the sweetest moment of sleep I ever had in a long time. Perhaps I'm still not entirely free of the yesterday's somewhat rigorous workout. I closed my eyes while watching the ends of the skies taking on a violet hue, and the lines of the clouds assuming the shape of dreams and fantasies. Now I open my eyes to find that the world is in twilight, not entirely night but certainly not daylight.

The trees are now blackish lines rooting into the sky, and the whole world is surrounded in a very cool color of indigo blue. I can see little spots of orange light coming on among the trees and the blue. One last tail coat of the cloud is caught in the horizons, with fading silvery tone highlighting the darkening line.

How the world changes as the light changes never ceases to amaze me, and although I'm no longer a little child I once was, I find myself losing into the fascination of the fantastic interplay of colors and shapes, staring into the world long after the metamorphosis have taken place. I can safely say that even some of the greatest human work of art remains pedestrian in depth and scope to what the world itself has to offer, although the argument that the human arts have themselves become part of this metamorphic world is certainly valid.

I can only hope that someday I'd be able to capture this strange feelings and things that are there yet remains quite unseen with writing or some other medium, as a masterful crystal-work of things I cannot fully describe. Maybe in the future, it won't even have to be a writing. Maybe it will be an artificial life of most beautiful nature, changing and observing the world alongside her creator.