Every evening comes to you painted in a new colour, a new tone.
This evening, you catch glimpses of golden-orange luminescence through glass doors, hitting the rust-brick building far ahead; a light yellow and pale blue-gray sky peeks through a jungle of bare tree branches, fragmented; a soft twilight drops down from the skies meeting a warm orange glow of the setting sun lifting up from the earth. Mixing with it all are streetlamps and car lights - that heady mix of dusk and light heralding bright thoughts, calling you back to your dreams.
This evening, you catch glimpses of golden-orange luminescence through glass doors, hitting the rust-brick building far ahead; a light yellow and pale blue-gray sky peeks through a jungle of bare tree branches, fragmented; a soft twilight drops down from the skies meeting a warm orange glow of the setting sun lifting up from the earth. Mixing with it all are streetlamps and car lights - that heady mix of dusk and light heralding bright thoughts, calling you back to your dreams.
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