The sky began to metamorphose. The day began to suffocate, like a candle about to be extinguished. The night was in waiting, encroaching. The sun decided to make peace.
They sat by each other. Friendship is a very strong bond. They had known each other since school, and school was so long ago. College drifted by, and they slogged through university.
The rays of sunshine started to change colors as it figured it was time to get home into the sea. The sky was like a canvas painted with the most flawless set of colors, merging and blending with such finery. A streak of vibrant pink spilled adjacent to the ball of fire. The gold made its way through the clouds and shone past them with complete awe and majesty.
They were talking about life, how things had changed - for the good and the worse - since they had last had each other’s company. The cool waters hitting against the rocks by the shore began to play their symphony softly as the two conversed. They were happy, and the joy reflected onto the setting ahead, and a million shades of orange and yellow began to dance around the sun. A stroke of red deepened the horizon. They continued to speak, unaware of one of the most splendid and miraculous transitions of Mother Nature. The images settled onto the silent waters closer to the shore. Nature humbly carried on, as perfect as she was with her errands.
They were getting nostalgic. The sand began to cool. The sea began to touch their feet as they got up and walked on the beach. The transparency of the water was intruded by the changing colors on the widespread sky. The sun began to inch downwards.
They passed tiny sand castles constructed recklessly by little ones and thought of their own dreams. They reminisced the old moments, those precious years, and thought of how speedily time had flown past.
The last bit of the sun was yet to make shelter. It looked as though it waited for admiration.
There was a huge rock positioned slightly off the shore. They walked into the sea. The waves were growing stronger, cradling them amidst. They held hands and laughed. The water hit their legs. They climbed on the giant rock and sat halfway towards its top. As the waves grew in magnitude, it touched their feet, tickling them. They sat facing the sea. It was as though the spectacle was waiting for applauds. They watched the sun sink in, and watched on, till gradually all the colors followed it. In a jiffy, the shades were gone, the pellet was empty. The reflections on the sea were gone. The day was gone.
The black marched down. The stolen light from the sun was gifted to the stars as they shone. The glitter in the velvet sky looked fabulous. One by one the indoor lights began to fill in the houses.
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