Sprinkles of Spectrum.

Our very own day star, perhaps the most popular editor of the precious frames, nature gifts us. Ah! For today let us catch the ocean...Noo, not the one with enormous dihydrogen monoxide and all that, but the great mimicry artist. Yes! Aim the lens above your head, at the azure coloured amber with floating hoar pearls.

Clouds have an enigmatic proficiency to shade various depths of our minds on their abode. They obtain the pink feathery selves to show the playful serenity, white waves as a reminder of our innocent maturity, greyish solemn tears to represent the gloomy melancholy and sometimes they embrace to create the ignited passion...then comes the calm surrender towards the golden twilight and the glorification of sprouting diamonds on the double stocked bluish purple."There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'" (Virginia Woolf, "The Waves").