Sunglow

[jackofallgeeks]

By impulse, he grabbed his jacket and left the room. Fluidly, he locked the door with well-practiced motions and strode down the hall, pulling the black coat around his shoulders. He saw people as he passes open doors, but they didn't register with him. As he flew down the stairwell, it occurred to him that he didn't know where he was going, or why. It also occurred to him that he didn't care. He danced around a pair of ladies who had taken a post in the lobby, nodding his greeting more out of habit than courtesy; he didn't recognize either of the girls. The brisk air wrapped around him as he left the building and began down the brick-laid walkway. It had dropped a good thirty degrees since he'd been outside last. The ground was wet with the rain, and the wind was heavy with the scent of a recently-passed storm. He didn't notice much of anything else as he walked across the path, purposeful but aimless, sidestepping other people without more than a quick, mumbled, 'hello.' He crested a hill, the wind streaking through his unkempt hair, and he was struck by the scene, halting abruptly. Ahead of him, the wind played in the tall, green grass along with several squirrels and birds, but what caught him and made his blue eyes shine with wonder, was the sky. The sun was caught sitting on the horizon, frozen in place mid-set. The sky was split roughly, on the one side clear bright blue, on the other the deep slate of clouds. The dynamic was such that the clouds reflected the sunlight, themselves rimmed in orange and purples, and casting slashes of pinks and yellow over the clear sky. It was breathtaking. The sunset would not have been nearly so beautiful if the clouds had not been there.

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[starlight1184.livejournal.com]

Ooohh.. I like it. Especially the last line. Very nice little twist thing at the end. :-)
Very cool.