The way smoke from my neighbor's chimney bellows into the pink and purple sunrise is one of my favorite things. It's sillhoutte is a shade of purplish blue as it rises and disappears. There's something almost Alice In Wonderland about the way it slowly trails its way into the colors behind it. Like the puffs from the caterpillar as he sits atop his mushroom smoking away. It's alot like that. The colors are even unreal. The perfect lines of clouds in the distance look more like a painting than a reality. And the ideal shades of light pink, yellow, orange, and purplish blue are ones that would be carefully picked and created by a picky artist. But the smoke is my favorite part. It doesn't ruin the landscape, but rather enlightens it. The way it dances into the reflections of the early dawn is almost peaceful in a way.
