Reflections in a Mindfulness State

The purple tree matched the purple cloud that formed like a blob over the green trees that fill in the hills... radiating what the sun gives off in its last moments of the day. The sky dimmed and the flicker of household lights twinkled on. The cloud blob tuned to blood orange and passed on the fire color to clouds that were spectating on the side of the foliage hill. The grande finale approaches: the water joins in, as it is absorbed by the sky's colors of reflection. The blood, fire-red glistened into the ripples of the moving water, dictated by the breeze. All of creation was conducting this symphony palette of colors and movement as the day came to an end. The sky painted a canvased painting that my eyes took a quick shot of while it remained. It soon faded like dying embers...