Newer version, I warmed the sky and dropped that same pink into the lower corners adding to the overall feeling.
I had been walking for sometime, gingerly being careful not to disturb the underbrush or step on a new seedling that might one day become... The air was still, soft sounds of unseen birds called out musical notes. Well, on this very fine day I stumbled out from the underbrush on to this most delicate of ponds. I found myself slowing down my movement not to brake the silence. Stopping my walk, I sat down letting the hush fall on me like a soft blanket.