Evening Light

[rejectomorph]

A strange mauve glow bands the eastern horizon, shaded by dark blue tatters of cloud which break the washed out blue of evening sky. Sunset brought no color to the west this evening, and this inexplicable luminance in the east seems to emanate from the mountains themselves, as though they were etherializing, and their ghosts rolling out to engulf the forest. As I watch, the color rolls overhead like a glassy dome closing. It is a remarkable atmospheric phenomenon, and I'm going out to see what comes of it.