The day was growing older. Golden ribbons of light from the setting sun drifted through my windows as I walked in, thankful to be home for another night. I fixed an apple. Somehow the dusk was too beautiful to share with the hollowness of tv. Something about trivial reality shows or even a movie would have spoiled the tranquility beyond recapturing. So I sat in silence, listening to the the nothingness of a spellbound city. Breathless, I watched the sky as it melted into cotton-candy pinks and winsome blues, bathing the city in a glorious, rose-colored hue.
The beauty made me lonely. It was still too soon for tv, so I turned on my radio. A rich chocolaty voice slithered into my consciousness, bribing me to remember the past. I did remember. The sun sank down lower, and I thought of everyone out walking the streets beneath its blessing. Couples growing old together, babies being born, dreams being met and houses being built to furnish new lives and new dreams as they unfolded.
But I was alone.
I pulled out my cell and toyed with it for a moment. If not for the voice on the radio, I would have been safe. But such songs tempt me to live life, not just exist.
I'm tired tonight. But the sunset is beautiful. For some reason, I keep wondering if you're watching it too.
I pressed send before I could linger another moment. As I did so, the light lessened into remembrance of a day gone forever. And the sun set.
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