GOOD LORD

(Kindly skip the reiterated part. It will be edited out later)

Sunset came to the highlands as God's poetry, hues from flame to heather told in soft rolling verse. It was that last minute that painted the canvas of the wide skyline, colors of far fetched beauty, of a range so diverse, the blend of the most eye appeasing shade of a creamy yellow diluted with a rosy pink and the glint of amethyst purple just brought out the magnificence of the entire frame.

As the enormous orange marble makes the last step of its journey, welcoming the darkness that would soon wrap itself around the world until tomorrow, with its remaining rays, Yue lifts her head higher, her mouth agape and the wondrous beauty she could scarcely believe she was witnessing it.