Darkening skies consume the land. A storm between good and evil is simmering and is on the verge of boiling over.
An aerial attack begins its form; winged soldiers are perched in unison, ready to dive and destroy. Their form shreds the sky, and the wires that hold the squadron are about to shed the weight that makes them dip. The fleet faces north, prepared to battle the elements instead of cowardly retreating south.
The gray sky; the sun mimics the moon from the shaded film. Yet, a tear in the atmosphere presents hope that the cover can be removed – as sleek as a surgeon’s incision, operating to free the day and cure the cold depression. (No picture taken)
Dirt land. There isn’t much other than twigs, tumbleweed, broken branches, and layers of llama feces. The animals follow their owner; a plump man from age, but his long gray hair expresses a youthful, rebellious spirit. Steel sheds and trailers clutter the plot, as does vehicle junk and the bodies it fell from. A creek gently flows behind his property and through native land – a peace that can be easily disturbed by a buyer. He lets a part of his past go.
A desert pink; a jet stream of passing trails and wonder that is soon forgotten. Giant formations protect the gems in the valley. The sun sparkles the jewel box in the late afternoon, but the brightest will shine in the darkest of nights.
The sky took the form of scales that had been shed. The reptile or fish has aged, a new cycle has begun. The sun brightened blood from underneath, indicating a hunt or violent battle had recently occurred. Birds flock without fear like black freckles on the smoky dead skin of a productive life that has been forgotten. Time moves on as if nothing happened, only to repeat itself tomorrow. (No picture taken)
I’ve never witnessed a wave atop a mountain until now, and the gray layer that hides the crest is monstrous. It covers the moon though the light fights for survival. The ridge of the fog approaches, drops of rain crackle on the buildings and flood the grounds. How I yearn for the peak, yearn for assurance. The trees are dark, the tunnel is hypnotizing, and the cloud moves in to suffocate more land.