Prose: Saffron Skies

Saffron Skies

A soft golden glow embraces the leaves. The setting sun makes everything it touches, so beautiful as if it were a poem in itself. Is it twilight or dusk, you ask? I say none. A moment painted in between, an alluring sight. As I sit by my window and sip onto my tea every day during evenings, I gaze at this enthralling saffron glory; its magnificent reflection in the graceful waters of the lake. Yesterday, I ambled along this path and paused on the way near this tree, just stood there, contemplating the tranquillity I felt. Such are the little joys I live for!

Bhakti © 2017