Colour the sky
He took her to the highest peak in the mountains. They were driving for almost an hour. She had not managed to get a single clue out of him on where they were going.
“Surprises”, he said, “only work if you don’t give away anything. If you suspect what it is, it won’t have the same emotional effect on you”.
She tried to allay the curiosity that was chewing her insides.
By the time they reached his marked destination, the sun was diving behind the ocean.
The sky was painted a range of orange and it was a sight every photographer or painter would value.
The moon had also appeared. It emerged as a snippet of itself, a thin peel decorating the evening sunset sky.
The city below illuminated the falling darkness. And you could sense the time changing. The mood shifting from the tired daytime routine to the more relaxed night-time entertainment.
This was now. It was a reminder to appreciate every single moment of the day.
Because every one has its own colour in our sky.
“Forever is composed of nows” – Emily Dickinson
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