Ascending Twilight Magic

The amber eyes of the ascending twilight magic followed her into the meadow with love for thee. An gorgeous kaleidoscopic vision, she noted, most magical sky of lavenders slowly undone. Arizona sky, she thought, taking pleasure at the cherished colors of the lowering sun. Encompassing glory led magic onto the land, making it seem vulnerably alive, and free. The apple pink tips of the sky which met the far off mountains in a moment of bliss Lulled her with its colors, speaking to her artist heart, as nothing else could have done so neatly. A melodious feeling surrounded her and began soothing her sad spirit, and sweetly. She stared at the nurturing sky, feeling alive for the first time in weeks, nothing amiss. Her heart began to open, and she smiled at the night hawk’s gentle flowing flight. This canvas painted by the master artist could have not been any more appealing. Ancestral concerns, and spirit guides could probably have not been any more healing. It was a mystical evening, ripe for enriching a forlorn heart, a cathartic perfect night.