*At dawn the black sky turned silver to the east and the moon disappeared westwards together with the darkness. The sun was high in the sky at dawn. Clouds rimmed with copper were stuck onto it. The sun seemed to sink into the deep blue of the sky. The sun moved towards its encounter with the horizon, tinged pink with the light fog suspended in the water. This is how the wait for the setting sun began, the sky turning pink and then purple, at the bluish hour at which all colours slowly abandon things. Then darkness arrived.
(*) thoughts stolen and noted down from some of the many books I have read.
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