A sea of flames

11th July 2008
Friday
...the glory of the setting sun.

As the seconds ticked by, the clouds above the land erupted in a blaze of flames, laying a beautiful red across the entire sky. Ripples of orange and yellow laced the fiery red. The clouds were still. There were layers upon layers of them, all immersed in the glory of the setting sun.

The colours intensified to a climatic point, from which it started its decline. As the sun descended, the waves furthest away from it lost its glory and faded to a faint purple. The layers closest to the sun hung on to its colours till the last of the sun disappeared completely under the horizon. And all was in a shade of purple and grey and free of its former glory.

The former sea of flames was no more, its glory no longer an existence, save the images that are etched in the memories of the few who noticed the short display of splendour.



Upon seeing the scene of today's sunset, I cursed myself for not having batteries in my camera. Afterall, that is the only possible way to capture the raw image of the sunset.

*Mental note to myself to get rechargable batteries.