Chapter 54

Sunset came to the highlands as God's poetry, hues from flame to heather told in soft rolling verse.

Sunset blossoms upon the cloud as sweet wild clover blooms.

With a flourish of romantic hand the sunset blossoms red and gold.

As if God graffitied rainbow-flame upon the evening sky, the sunset came in its boldest blaze.

The sunset comes as a settled heart to the horizon, as if the sky itself could speak of love.

The sun set in the sky as fresh colours brushed upon an artist's canvas, as if those rays were destined to create a great work of art - one given to those open to capturing simple moments in the soul.

The orange gold stretches far and wide, the colour of fire hearths and tangerines. It is but the reflection of the dawn, the promise of the rising sun that comes after the velvety night has had its say and the land has rested once more.