Grey and indigo are really close in a drizzle;
At least around 7.40 p.m. in the equator;
And only if pupils are dilated and neck extended directly above.
For as bruised as twilight appears,
The expansive epidemic of Prussian blue spreads,
Then there are the clouds;
Ominously ever present;
Chaperoning in darker tones.
Then and very suddenly
shades of orange
whose origins I am not really sure.
Not the sun; slumbering in the west.
Street lamps perhaps; a collective illumination?
Or plainly smog; it was not drizzling now.
The origins as I finish did not matter.
I never knew anyway.
It was the wonder and the way that did.