Synecdoche

A field of vision full of beautiful reds, yellows, and oranges. The colors fade into the expediently setting sun before the moon shines down on them hiding their color and taking some of their beauty. Looking at a figment of this color in the light of the sun exposes its inner communities strung together by huge interstates of life. The interstates that run from the fragments very existence, to the root of which this fragment was inevitably conceived are endlessly visible. Every individual fragment of these wonderful hues is connected by an others interstate creating their own nation of wonder.