Observation 8

Observation:
I love when the sky looks like this
When the day’s final sigh
Fogs the celestial glass
With a blushing band in the west
The color of orange cream soda
Swelling into the encroaching blue
That velvet blanket is already adorned
In twinkling opaline fire
A funhouse mirror
That changes the above and below
A reality reconsidered
A magician unfurling his cloak for the prestige