The day these photos were taken, the sky’s clouds were thick and white. After mere minutes it turned then to grey, and then amidst that grey came deep purples, haunting silvers, and hazy gold in the sun’s setting. I felt like I walked into a painting that breathed. Frozen in a single moment yet dancing outside of it in time’s playground. If only every day was as such…with every detail painted with perfect whimsy for you to bask in. But then the raindrops would always come down, turned into little arrows by the wild wind and causing the paint to run down the never-ending canvas of life. But you could just call it artistic atmosphere.