10 May 2012
I gazed into the sunset. The moon and the sun were in perfect balance as to illuminate the valley I looked upon. The lake glistened and moisture began to gather on grass, making it feel as if you were wet while you remained warm and dry. A gentle breeze cooled me as the stars above began to faintly show themselves behind purple skies. A man stood behind me, about 10 metres away as I looked upon heaven itself. This was my safe zone I decided. This is where I'd come in my thoughts to escape the labours and stresses of the day. The man was roughly 6 foot 3 inches and was built like a brick wall. He held a single piece of paper with my name emblazoned on it, and a keyring. The only reason I knew this is because i saw him before. I knew something was going to happen but I didn't know what. A bird called from a nearby pine tree, and the sound of opening wings invaded the serene silence momentarily. I rose from my spot and took a mental snapshot, one advantage of almost literally having photographic memory. I turned and he nodded. A single thought whispered through my mind: "And so it begins".
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Purple Skies • Opuss № I