“Red sky at night, sailors delight, red sky at morning, sailors take warning .”
When the sun is setting in the West and all around,
The sky takes the red-hue of a perfect painting,
A general redness, a deep red, the color of blood,
The brightness of paint on metals surface,
A redness that eclipses the color pallet,
And makes it so dynamic that it rolls the mind, and rolls the spirit as well.
When the sun is setting.
On its mourning arrival, when the earth is almost black with clouds,
So roiled with the impetuous feeling of a day that was coming with no stopping,
And the redness of that morning is impossible to describe, with smoke rolling through the red-black clouds.
We know only that the redness can make us smile, or make us dour,
Can make us realize our world, is a world with colors and light, and darkness,
That will return again.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Marla Bolton
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