It Was A Terrible Storm

I watched the sunset bleed into the horizon, casting rays of light that reflected clouds like something only seen in dreams. The sunset morphed into one I've seen a thousand times in my head. An image that I will never give away.

I wrestle with this place. This format I have. It isn't fair.

But maybe the concept of fair only exists in the mind of a child.

But this place?

It isn't.

The storms came after the sun disappeared.

Fitting.

I didn't ignore it. I settled it. Is that what responsibility is?

I didn't want to leave her wondering.

He said I lost my chance. I smiled.

Their laughter echoed amongst the trees that lined the river.

My fingers wrinkled and I stared in amazement at the colors that change so vividly from one breath to the next.