Descending Sun

What a vast, blue day it was. I looked up, the fluffy clouds floating lazily along the skyline. I heard downy birds chirp merrily from their nests, the sun beating down from the afternoon sky. I watched the fish in the pond, their glittery fins creating ripples that corrupted the deep abyss. A sudden voice startled me and drew my attention away from the peaceful scene.

The boy with the green eyes stood across from me, his slender frame creating a sliver of a shadow on the ground. He wore wrinkled swim trunks, his pale toes submerged in the lush grass that stretched as far as the eye could see. A grin was on his usually somber face as he laughed, breaking the walls he had built up for so long. The warm breeze tickled the tree tops, a whisper that blew from the gaps in the leaves. Time passed.

The sunset painted a red glow in the sky as we dined on the finest cherry popsicles. The heat of the day had changed the color of our light skin. The last monarch flew by, as if granting permission for the cicadas to begin their evening symphony. My hair had dried from our swim in the pond, and it now matched the tint of the sunset. I waved to the boy, a melancholy goodbye leaving my popsicle stained lips.





As I walked home, black coaxed the sun out of the sky. The stars began to come out, shining brightly atop the dark background. The air adopted a chill, forcing me to slip on my windbreaker. I could hear the tap of my bare feet against the pavement as I hummed softly, harmonizing with the song of the bugs in the trees. A dog barked from the house next door, welcoming me home from my adventures. Midnight settled upon the earth as I closed my eyes and drifted into a soft slumber, the stars kissing me goodnight.