The Sunset
I point out the sun. It is sinking into the wild west saddle of the valley opposite us and north of the mountain whose bare shoulders it has pencilled sharply in, a profile that will darken and deepen against the blush of sky.
I point out the sun. It is sinking into the wild west saddle of the valley opposite us and north of the mountain whose bare shoulders it has pencilled sharply in, a profile that will darken and deepen against the blush of sky.