Dance of the Day

The bright orange and red sky descended high from the sky down to the tops of the hills. The hills appeared dark gray, almost black, fading into the ocean waters. The water’s edge was barely defined from the hills’ horizon by soft bluish gray waves. As the waves came closer, they were more defined by layers of softer blues, darker blues, and then closer to shore, a greenish gray with the orange sky reflecting, making it look like a wave of fire in the water as it approached the shoreline. To the northwest of the horizon in the far background, a very bright yellow orange ball was about to drop behind the hills. As more waves gently rushed to the sand, the bright yellow orange ball dropped further behind the hills, growing smaller as it dropped further. Rippling white water waves flowed up to the shoreline. The vast body of water was marked with surfers’ silhouettes paddling out to catch the next big wave. In the distance the yellow orange ball stayed in the same place, but gradually became smaller and smaller as each wave sprayed the shore. Then, at one moment, the yellow orange ball was gone, it had dropped behind the hills completely out of sight. Above, the bright orange and red sky had softened to hues of pink, fading into soft gray and blues at the hills‘ horizon. The glorious sunset had faithfully delivered its daily dance and announced that the day had ended and that the evening was beginning.