A drowsy westerning sun, was gently sliding down, to it's abode among vacant shadows. And as always it went in style.
The lovelorn billows would gush and sigh, catching every hue, reflecting and dispersing in excitement, painting a spectacle.
A splendor of sky on the canvas of mighty heaven, unfailingly painted, over and over again.
**All these photos are clicked from the same place, from my window. I know I go a little overboard with my prose, but that's what Sunsets do to me :)