• The air around me is turning colder by the minute. the sky starts to turn red and the lake in front of me starts to change with it. the birds quite and all is still and silent. I look up the sky, it looks like a rainbow or a painting on a canvus that was never noticed. as the sun lowers closer and closer to the horizen a new figure rises from the dark side of the world and, along with it wonderful twinkling lights. were does this un-natual bueaty come from? i ask my self ,but the answer is writen in plain sight.