The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
Pamela Hansford Johnson
Category: sunset
Faerie Paths — Evening Beams
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. ~Lord Byron
Faerie Paths — Dusk
Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.
― On the Road
Humoring the Goddess 