The last traces of blue sky shrink away.
A mass of moist gray swells in its place. Still, the budding maple leaves on the trees across the street reflect the golden hue of setting sun.
For a moment.
across
this mad inscape
purple tigers
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Frank J. Tassone 
Such a lovely image you’ve shared of that sky and setting sun, Frank. Thank you!
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Purple tigers… how perfectly atmospheric
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Thanks, Bjorn! 😀
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Wonderfully atmospheric, and beautiful tension created in the prose, and the spaces.
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