Last night, I flew from Philadelphia to Greensboro. I was just beginning to let slumber settle into my head when I glanced out my window and was immediately woken by what I saw.
Out in the West, above the softly tussled blanket of clouds that laid over the Earth, there was the faintest trace of the Sun in the new night sky. It was lingering there on the horizon, like lips leaving the gentlest of kisses on the forehead of a sleeping lover. The red of the horizon faded into a palette of orange, green, purple and blue before finally becoming the inky black velvet of the night, adorned with thousands of little diamonds that showed the history of the Universe.
It was simply beautiful.
Out in the West, above the softly tussled blanket of clouds that laid over the Earth, there was the faintest trace of the Sun in the new night sky. It was lingering there on the horizon, like lips leaving the gentlest of kisses on the forehead of a sleeping lover. The red of the horizon faded into a palette of orange, green, purple and blue before finally becoming the inky black velvet of the night, adorned with thousands of little diamonds that showed the history of the Universe.
It was simply beautiful.
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