Turquoise Room

The sun goes down as a curtain in a great play; on the sea it rests and breathes the air of the horizon while the two different elements seem to unite in fire. The sea is nice when the sun shines on it, but it is much nicer when the sun hides behind. The greenish blue waves play under the oblique rays, uniting all colors of the rainbow. Blue and red and green and gold, they come and go. Then a thought in a fairy to be comes to me and when the sun is gone all I know is Poetry.