The Artist

The horizon was lit with a fusion of delicious oranges, and cooling pinks, mellow blues, and charged purples. The great artists’ brush moved over the clouds, infusing the sky with even more colour. The clouds were almost translucent with the suns’ closing radiant beams bursting from behind them. The colours were deepening, the sky growing darker with the days’ closing beauty. The artist smiled knowing that the beauty of the day could also be found in the night. He let the colours run off behind the water, and waited for the last drop of pink, orange and blue to melt into the ocean. The moment the last hint of pink disappeared, the artist picked up his brush again. Deep saturated blues, mixed with hints of sultry greens now lit the horizon. The warm brilliance of the sun was replaced by the cooling pleasure of the full moon. Slowly, the artist dipped his brush in the lovely silver that would mark the sky with little beacons. He slowly marked the sky with tiny little dots of silver. He sat back and looked at the canvas. He drew midnight waves into the ocean, and he made the palm trees sway with a gentle tropical breeze. He increased the brilliance of the moon and the delicate white flowers opened under the light. The smell was intoxicating, a fusion blend of vanilla and plumeria. The artist surveyed the scene and smiled, pleased at the work that he had accomplished. The palm trees continued to sway, and the artist dipped his brush, preparing for the sun to rise again. The artist moved his brush with deliberation, pushing the dark colours off the edge of the canvas. Subtle pinks highlighted the water, the deep orange sun rising at a gloriously steady pace, the pink hues becoming lighter and lighter. The artist moved his brush onto the canvas again, painting clouds that carried a light rain. The sun was unhindered by the clouds, and continued to shine, the artist merely smiled and let his brush paint the drops with purpose throughout the sky. The sun and the rain made a glorious sun shower, and the artist decided the sky needed one more touch. He dipped his brush in the paint and slowly painted an arc. A myriad of colours met in the sky to make a dazzling rainbow. He sat back and surveyed his work. Bubbling laughter of great joy tumbled from his lips. He smiled and cleaned off his brush, awaiting the sunset.