When the Sun is About to Set

The yellow small ball of the fire appeared from the fissure of leaves, produced the hue orange. The dusky sky was trying to eat up the remain color that is about to disappear. It has become a magnetic hue that tempted the sky, it hunts to cover the ball of fire that merged in between, like the orange juice dissolved in hot water. It made me climbed and caught some views of its existence, what a stunning moment to witness the beauty of the sunset that was seemingly hard to set. I wish I could capture the silhouettes of birds that were coming home. They flew across the magenta color of the sun. The half covered the wild trees but the reflection made its look perfect.

I threw my eyes to the view around and to citizen houses scattered down below. Then, I turned my eyes to the horizon, still, the orange color shone before it took away by the twilight. I sighed when I saw this natural beauty which was no way to let me down. It is true, why sunset can make up our mind, provide million of the inspiration to nature lovers. That was a real moment to enjoy my thoughts when the light started casting its golden rays from the space of the mountain, slowly turning it into the red.

In the same moment, the sky seemed to embrace the steel blue-greys. During this time; when the sun was about to set, the plants around stayed in a muted shade, everything except the tail lights emerged from the heart of the citizen houses. I still noticed the dark grey was comforting the golden ray that distributing its light to the lonely trees. It stayed there to witness the glory moment of the sunset, its existence added another splendid scenery of the glimpse light. Watching the dusky grey created an invisible line under the horizon, made me stayed longer and no way to get boring stood on this hill.

The sky got darker, pushing the sun to come home and resting its beauty in peace. Let the moon and star took over its job. These two soulmates do a lot to enlighten the living things on this dying earth while its darkness acts like the giant blanket hovering over the universe, come up from the frigid ground. Only these trees remained innocent and firmly pleased the disappearance of the sun. Being a sunset lover is kind of loving the natural art that showed up from the magnificent canvas and created the spreading dark grey above the horizon. Well! That all I can tell you about the moment of a golden hour that I witnessed in the dusky time.