A Sunset.

flying back from mexico.

a beautiful flourecent sunset is going on, sending a deep shade of orange across the expasnse of the horizon, reddening at the fringes. above the glow the sky is light blue, and quickly turns to violet/purple, then into the ever darkening night sky. the sillouhetted black mountains add an interesting, hostile, foreboding look to the red sea behind them. a small blotch of spartkling lights, no bigger than my thumb, at this distence, represents a large city, alive and as crawling with people as ever, at night. theres now a misty green replacing the light blue. a sunset has never looked so magnificent. the sunset, offereing the last rays of eirie illumination, baths the world one last time in its soft coat of crimson before letting the seityscape, and the junglescape alike, fade into darkness. and so begins the night. 
"every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end"
if this is the end, i cant wait to see whats about to begin.

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[Ben Taylor]

"a beautiful flourecent sunset is going on"
The "is going on" seems really casual; I'm sure there are better words for this.
This seems like it was written a bit hastily (it just seems a bit unpolished and has a few grammatical mistakes).
Nevertheless, you painted such a wonderful picture..
It made me supremely jealous.
I'm glad that I could at least read about it :)