Evening’s Brush

As daylight bows to dusk, the sky dons a robe of purple, blushing softly as the sun departs, a painter’s dream, a fleeting moment. Stars twinkle like scattered wishes, a tapestry of infinity, while the horizon swallows the day, a silent farewell draped in twilight.

In those quiet seconds, the earth exhales a sigh, a peacefulness settles, escape from the day’s chaos, as shadows stretch and intertwine, a gentle reminder of nature’s lull.

• Cecilia Ludovica Morandini