Sunset-Day 7

I don’t see sunsets from my house. There are too many fences and trees. But the summer I was twelve, I walked to lake every evening to watch the sun dissolve behind the mountain on the western shore. The water was so placid that dust collected on the surface. It mirrored the stages of the sky. Peach. Amber. Gray. Cicadas trilled. My younger cousin asked my mother, “How do you turn them off?” I don’t remember her answer, but I can still see her smile as she walked us home.

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