A thick mist hung on the waistline of the earth, that place where the clouds meet the waves that seem to roll of the edge of the planet. Beneath it a purple haze stained the sky, a halo embracing the sleepy mountains, mingling with the wet blue glow of the valley. Motionless. And I wondered how it could be, even as the earth lurched away … Continue reading purple mist
titian blush seeps through ethereal clouds igniting, smoldering gliding across forest canopies. mystery of decrepit dwelling its occult its secrets concealed by twilight at witching hour goldenchild31 Continue reading witching hour
clouds weightlessly floating, gliding across a blue mass as it bleeds from sun’s searing touch, gilded with its golden glow. Olivia, writing on a whim… Continue reading clouds
the undergrowth. 