13 February 2013
A warm and gentle breeze caresses my face as I sit back and watch the sun as it disappears below the shimmering horizon. The reflection across the calm sea colours the sky with its few wispy and crumbling clouds with a deep orange, purple and red hue.
I observe the orange ball of life's subsistence disappear and slowly the light and colours begin to fade and eventually vanish into night.
It reminds me of the people that I have known who have gone the same way as we all will on that chosen day. The difference is of course we will not return in the morning.
The Final Sunset • Opuss № I