Lit.

The sky was lit. Lit by a light that I couldn’t see. The sun had pulled itself past the mountains and the only sign that was left was the clouds. The clouds were burning. They moved and changed color in the few minutes that I stood watching. I took in the show that was being put on. Then the street lights came on and life went on.

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