The canvas was preparing itself for the stars that would soon adorn it....
INTROSPECTION
Part 1
The sunset
As the day passed, the sun gave an exhausted look and turned its pathway towards the horizon, turning the sky into a dazzling array of different shades of orange. The light lit-up the clouds and turned the green leafy trees momentarily into shades of autumn. One could almost smell the aura of the whole change in colours. Things almost seemed to slow down along with the seemingly everlasting burial of the sun in the mountains. The silhouettes of the mighty hills looked as if they were shining, not getting darker. As darkness crept up slowly from the opposite horizon, the evening star showed up, close to the horizon, shining with all its might. Pretty soon other stars appeared like pixie dust sprinkled on the sky. The colour turned into a mix of crimson and indigo. The canvas was preparing itself for the stars that would soon adorn it. Darkness from the opposite side of the horizon was looming over, trying to reach the place where the sun had already set, as if it was in a hurry to catch the last glimpse of the sun to bid it farewell for the day. New stars shining like hanging lanterns continued to show up. The rustle of leaves in the soft evening breeze started to die down. It was the kind of breeze that kisses your cheeks as it sweeps by. The kind that makes you just the right kind of comfortable.
The whole change was magical. I could feel myself and my thoughts changing as bit by bit as the sky changed. I looked at you beside me. Smiling, taking it all in. The light breeze running through your hair. The scarlet sky made you look like an angel. Golden hour looked pretty good on you, I would say. Celestial and heavenly. I couldn’t think what was more divine than you, sitting there, all ethereal and pure. So pure it looked as if you had just been coated with a layer of fresh virgin snow. You look over, your eyes shining, honey coloured. How lucky for me to be witnessing such pleasing things at the same time.
The sounds of the day started dimming out, as the sounds of the night awoke from their slumber to liven up the dark in their own ways. Crickets chirping, the eerie hoots of owls and screeches of bats as they make their way out of their hollow homes to start their “day”; the sound of the brook nearby got louder. The sound of the day was gone. Now was the time for the sounds of darkness, sending out messages that the night was also as much a part of the “daily play” as the daytime. The stars, now covering almost the whole sky, seemed like lanterns floating miles away. The twinkling of a cluster of lights, probably from a town tucked far away, looked like shining pixie dust sprinkled on the barren lands. The indigo turned to purple.
Somehow, we were glued to this place. To this seraphic view. Neither one of us wanted to get up. Were we too lazy? No. Didn’t we have anything else to do? Maybe, but I didn’t care about anything else at that moment. We were just existing. Cherishing the fact that we were there, and we were alive. The only thing that mattered to me was this moment. A moment I will treasure, because we were a part of the lovely artwork laid out in front of us on a tarp filled with a million colours. I wouldn’t have missed the view, the feelings it evoked.
I just wanted to stay a bit longer. Till the darkness totally took over to envelop everything in sight, along with us. I wanted to stay till the buzzing of mosquitoes became too much to bear. Till we had our fill of the beauty of now an almost invisible horizon. I did not want to leave.
I knew we would come back after another hectic day … doing our jobs, after becoming exhausted with the normal routine, and sit right here to get mesmerized by the dazzling phenomenon of you - and the sunset.
