This wanted to rhyme, but I didn't want it to. |
No sunset tonight, she groused while sitting on the eastern shore of Lake Ontario. The water stretched out to the horizon. Absolutely, it was throttled in low, grey, morose clouds -- the flat kind that not even an excellent imagination could force into being a dragon or anything else. No sunset tonight, she complained while sitting in her fussy camp chair that retails for $85.00 (I checked!) while holding her cell phone camera at the ready just in case the apocalypse instantly cleared the clouds and blew them all away. She looked angry and that just seemed so sad. No sunset tonight, she mourned taking another elegant sip of her wine, spilling a few drops on her white hoody as she swiped through the Weather Channel. What she missed while scrolling, she'll never know and wouldn't understand to begin with. She chose to miss the sunset. There was a sunset tonight, I insist. Perhaps not of the photogenic, 'see it on a postcard' kind, but still. The breeze freshened with the sun hiding from her grimace behind the clouds. The gulls screamed at her in derision. There is always a sunset. just as there is always a tomorrow -- until there isn't. There was a sunset, I continue. One at the end of another day enjoying the lake and family. One where the day winds down to night and the clouds slip away if you are patient. Then you can see all the sun hides: far better than wine, the sky is intoxicating. There was a sunset, I smile. The sun did indeed sink beyond today's horizon and we now carefully pick our way up the stone bank of the lake depositing more memories with each step. His arm slips over my shoulders and we wend our way back to camp. No matter the sprinkle of rain, it was a beautiful day. |