Sunset

A Story by James Alton

Beauty in the End.

The hues of orange danced across the sky as dusk fell upon daylight. Yellows swung with red and mixed in a vibrant shower of warmth. The lights seemed almost endless in their frolics, but as time marched on, yellow faded tom orange, orange faded to red, and red became a majestic mural of blue and purples.

They danced in a waltz of such beauty, entwined together in an eternal helix. Majesty and royalty hand in hand as the golden disk of the far setting sun beyond the horizon grew dimmer and dimmer. Now was the long night, as blue faded into its partner, so too did purples and violets sink lower and lower into the darkness which had waited the day through to claim this land once more.

The old man watched, and as light faded from the world around him, he wept. His eyes had been blinded as a young man, but in his final hours he saw the beauty of the sunset at last.