Sunset

One day I sat upon a slab. White granite speckled with black grains. Below me I heard the sounds of people playing and people talking. Harsh hurrahs and rolling chortles. But more then that I heard the wind as it whistled through the trees and the bells as they rung in the air. From far behind me a clock chimed, its solemn notes bouncing off every surface. Before me the hill spread out covered in mighty oaks and leaning pines. The entire world was shaded by the shroud of dusk. And far in the distance the horizon glowed

A yellow dimmed into a deep orange, vibrant in the cold night air. These rays of light seemed to play off the clouds above, illuminating them in a lining of gold like some golden treasures in an Egyptian tomb; these clouds glimmered with a silver lining.

Even as the light dimmed, the sky glowed on. Dark shadows cast on the edges of the clouds, painting dark lines across their golden bodies. And as the sun sank into the bay before me, the yellow light hidden by the water’s edge, the reds in the sky dimmed as if in respect. The air above me glistened with radiant beams with one more hurrah of light. The clock struck once more. The red melted into the dimming hills and the stars began to shine.