The road you walk curves gently, bringing into view a soft orange glow far away at the horizon that peeks through clumps of shaded dark-green foliage in the foreground. As you move closer, you discern branches of delicately-strung Cottonwood leaves hanging down ever so gracefully to meet the horizon's ground plane. The leaves quiver lightly with gusts of wind blowing every now and then. Their tips catch the faint sunset's brilliant peach-coloured radiance. Walking on, the drooping branches and gold-drenched leaves, dancing in the wind, lead your eye to a small grassy mound in the distance. A mellow setting sun emerges behind the hillock, bathing clouds around and ground below in glimmering gold-yellow dust.
You walk along, soaking in the iridescent evening. This is the road. The road leading you, steadily, to your dreams.
You walk along, soaking in the iridescent evening. This is the road. The road leading you, steadily, to your dreams.
