Ballad of Fire

We are always craving for those unique sunset colors, something I’ll never get tired of. As that afternoon by Misurina lake, no matter how tired we were, I found myself rushing to the edge of the lake while the sky was slowly turning crimson and gold. That day the sky just exploded as if it had been set on fire. Here’s the last light, breaking trough the mountain peaks, filling the clouds with sparks of fire.