Sunset
By Olivia
The white snow is wet and sloshed on the ground. I sit here trying to write an essay for a very important high school application but find myself writing a story in my head and typing it as I go. I’m listening to my IPod, and trying to block out the world. It’s not that hard of a task, I do it constantly. I see foot prints in the wet blue snow, probably from the mailman.
The sun is pretty much done setting behind the horizon from what I see. The sky is still blue but it’s getting darker and brilliant oranges, pinks and slight reds still streak the sky. Gray clouds hang low and the thick trees are blackened smoky silhouettes against the sky line. I always watch the sky whenever I get the chance; I look at how it changes. It’s my favorite thing; it brings this sense of comfort to me.
It’s darker now. It seems to consume the daylight and bring on a whole new world. Darkness, it’s something I love and hate. I love it because of stars in the midnight sky; I hate it because of dark rooms that make you feel blind and vulnerable like you’re trapped.
The sky is now a deep teal with hints of purple. The trees seem to disappear. The gray clouds are still very much visible. I can no longer make out the shape of our neighbors houses. It’s a peaceful night....it’s perfect.
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