thoughts from a cloud

Have you ever seen the sky kiss the ground? it reaches out with its tendrils of pink and orange and blossoms into the sunset, stretching and yearning for just the barest kiss against the surface of the earth. You can see it's final impact in the waters of the globe. Shimmering and refracting off of oceans, lakes and streams, not-quite-seeping into the ponds and puddles and lapping at the feet of lovers and children with laughter; it bubbles up around the edges where, delicately balanced, the sunshine's warmth pops and lands again in the air, bounced back and rejected once again from the lovely earth it longs so consistently for. Every evening, this sunshine yawns, hoping for another brush against the cold, hard ground. And although its stunning array of colors dazzles the spectators down below, the show always ends, leaving nothing more than the echo of a memory upon the pictures of artists and the minds of the many. And every night comes rushing in to cut off the gasping sun and steal the attention of the earth from its great love affair with twilight-- reminding it of the ever approaching dawn.