I stand in the middle of that field as soft droplets begin to sprinkle onto autumn leaves.
And look up to the dusky abyss;
Blazing fire against the soft blue sky, the sun pools under thunderous clouds, lighting up the smoky grey edges.
Honks of cars and endless chatter of passer’s by drift into a hazy background.
Surrounded by bustling city life yet all I can hear is the low rumbling echo of the wind adorned with a sweet melody of tweets.
Wisps of orange melt into violets and indigo as the sun sinks beneath the horizon. A hot silver bolt streaks accross the darkening sky and icy drops thud to the
“A beautiful chaos” I whisper, the wind sweeping up my words through a whirlwind of leaves..