The Sun Going Down in the Jungle, from my Perspective

The sky that evening was a painter emptying out his paint trays at the end of the day. He had been using fall colors to depict the leaves that held on tight to what was left of their lives. To the east, the tray was clean and empty, it was white and clear. To the west the paint came falling together to form the colors of the sun going down. The river was in the forefront, the trees were behind it and, after that, the painter’s paint, filling the sky, was all that was visible. The auburn was mixing with the yellow and red, there was some white and grey as well, rays shot up through the paint streams and lights danced in the background, highlighting the entire scene. All of the colors, flowing together, painted a more beautiful image than the artist had fabricated during an entire day’s worth of work.