The gods paintbrush smeared across the sky.

This amazing occurrence that happens almost every night.

Brilliance that brings awe to everyone that comes here, that i now hardly even notice. Eyes dulled the everyday normalising.

I slow down and examine it:

Heralded by a throng of clanging cow bells

The sky is on fire.

The suns final harrah before it sleeps behind the mountains.

Clouds lit to glowing above the jagged teeth of the mountains.