As a day of toil and trial comes to a close, look up. Orange and pink paint strokes cover the sky which was previously a blue canvas. Swirls of white clouds float by, turning the scene into a living, moving work of art.
The star of the show takes its final bow as it sinks to the bottom of the frame, saving the best of its beauty for the last minutes of the day. Surrounding the air is a cooler and crisper sensation than the preceding hours, and it smells of conclusion and peace. Silence is in fact a noise; a calm, constant whisper. An art that appeals to all of the senses proves itself most beautiful.
The sun is an artist, never failing to create daily masterpieces. Night casts a black sheet over its delicately illustrated portrait, making it only a temporary spectacle. The artist smuggles its talent away for now.
A black night eventually becomes navy as the sun peels the darkness away layer by thin layer. Slowly rising higher and higher until it stands completely upright, it watches its admirers from afar until its performance ends once again and the finale commences. Elements of danger can be quite breathtaking. This burning, raging, intimidating ball of fire is terrifying, yet dependent on to sustain life.
The artist rises, the artist sets. Never faltering, perhaps the artist is the only one who can always be trusted.
