Mountains of Pink, Streets of Blue

Through the windshield I come across a landscape that paralyzes me for a second.
The fact that moments like this still hit me, blows my mind.

I drive through the busy streets, where the pavement is a deep color blue, almost deep blue sea.
Look forward.
Up and ahead the Andes are pink: from rose-pink to red-wine.
Unbelievable. 

I look around for an accomplice in natures beautiful crime, and I see none.  
I see bodies, shadows, walking, crossing the street looking down.
Why down?
Look up! 

Sunken by the deep blue pavement. 

Mountains of pink up and ahead. Pink up above to the clouds. 
Where the light is found, where freedom lies and floats and smiles.
Feet of blue, hearts of pink.