The drama has passed. The storm is sputtering it’s last. The setting sun has ultimately won the battle. Yet the remnants are still present. Conflicting winds, blue hour skies threatening to bust through, the sun still shooting beams like arrows.
The drama has passed. The storm is sputtering it’s last. The setting sun has ultimately won the battle. Yet the remnants are still present. Conflicting winds, blue hour skies threatening to bust through, the sun still shooting beams like arrows.