With sunglasses on the evening clouds are warm, robust, a hint of sepia.
With sunglasses off cool, dark underbelly, a hint of blue.
Either way the soft palette of watercolor.
Along the horizon dark, grey clouds accent the painting Poplar and Pine trees frame.
Some appear flat, stretching across the sky pulling imagination.
Then a hole the sun blazes through, I stop in awe a smile and a remembrance.
Underneath this spectacle a rugby game, volleyball, friends throw a Frisbee.
