The sky in the evening hour as it turns the bright cyan shade of Uranus, quickly darkening into an oppressive Neptune. What can be said about it? The sky becomes thick with hue, no longer the transparent backdrop of earthly life but itself a gelatin throughout which all floats. An opaque broth which envelopes and warms. Wasting the evening on the balcony, watching the color shift. A short window, it passes in less than twenty minutes. Ignore the bitter cold, help oneself to multiple layers and a kettle of tea to quell any distraction. Above oneself is draped a thick cyan mist, intoxicating and alluring. An enchanting visage decorated with stones of topaz and turquoise, sporting a teasing smile. On display is the shyly androgynous beauty of the Uranus sky, with its youthful frolic and gaiety, as it playfully loosens the robes of its clouds. With undue haste it passes by its ardent admirers, and leaves them with the gravely oppressive Neptune, which, with its solemn darkening, lulls one into the realization that it is over, that the object of our admiration has moved on. The mystically enchanting irises which envelop the world, the earth itself the pupil of the beautiful eye, imperceptibly shifts from its innocently playful cyan and into a severe and somber navy, and blinks away into the oppressive darkness. The enchanting beauty which once inspired much longing gives way to a nauseatingly heavy ennui. The romance of what could have been gives way to what is. Focus to the sky. Focus to the shift. It can be felt. It’s dark now, and it’s time to head inside.
If enjoyed, repeat the next evening.
If not, fault can be found within.
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