by joetwo

The dark grey clouds fill the sky

As if painted on in child-like lumps

They take on an orange hue, reflected sodium light from the never sleeping city

It looks more menacing, as if the sky was on fire

But it also looks more beautiful, barely moving like an artwork of the gods.

From time to time the clouds part and the moon shines through

casting is pale light onto the pale canvas

The scene takes on two tones

It is a magical scene, all to be gained simply by looking up

From crawling city living

To the wonderous scenes above.