a sunset

This is what skimmed by me as I briskly passed the countryside:

A hobble of gray tainted sheep spread across the sky and as if on a mushroom trip the prettiest pinks and oranges, you ever saw, foamed out of their mouths, leaking into the monotonous blue of the sky.

One by one, the kaleidoscope puffs dispersed into the mouth of the newly reincarnated Tyrannosaurus with every intention to repeat the cycle in just a day’s time. The sheet turns a deep periwinkle. A navy. A black. The tantalizing fades and the curtain never reopens.