Just One Thing · Writers Write

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.

11 thoughts on “Sunset-Day 7

  1. Brought a smile to my face, too. I’ve always preferred the pastels sunsets or sunrises to the screaming oranges and purples. Lovely photo.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s