A lazy sway in the grasses and leaves adds to the night's symphony as the day slips away. The sky becomes a painter's dream with shades of colors indescribable using only words. The stillness melds succinctly with the slight assertions from the wind instilling a peacefulness much needed after this day, after any day. Here, dreams begin to emerge from hazy ideations. Blurred edges of impossibilities take shape and become belief. This moment is made for escaping normalcy and routine; crafted for weary eyes and minds; perfected by eyes attuned to beauties beyond description.

sundae

I love reading the words grey and sundae.  I've always preferred grey to gray, I only recently noticed sundae.  It's the placement of the letter "e" in these words that's so aesthetically pleasing.  I suppose the word aesthetically has the same effect.  :)