the sunset was beautiful

Clouds peppered the darkening sky and hid the few visible stars. Purple and orange streaks of paint on a gradient. To the east the sun was already gone and darkness reigned, to the west the sun still had some vigor left. But here, the sun's fatal wound would once again sink it into the grave. It's blood had tinted everything a pale red, but the orange dying light changed everything to a more mellow salmon. It was a glorious death. The death of a hero who had fough valiently ever since his first strike at 6 to his unfortunate retreat now. He dazzled young couples on the shore everywhere and left a solemn silence behind him as the last remaining shreds of light were slowly overtaken by the icy grip of night.