Friday, October 10, 2008
"Isn't it beautiful how the sunset shines on the trees?" she said. "The light is so strong."
His eyes didn't stray from the hill. From the glowing leaves.
She sighed. "It's a shame how quickly it's gone."
The trees behind them cut the light at the ground. The shadow was rising toward the sky.
"I don't like watching," he said.
She leaned in. "Why?"
"Each time you look, more is gone. Until just the very top of the trees are glowing. You really can see the last bit of it drain away."
"It'll be back," she said. "Tomorrow."
"It doesn't feel that way."
"But you know it will."
"Maybe," he said. "Maybe I know it. But it's a different thing to feel it."
Crows flapped across the distant clouds.
"If every time you have something, you're worried about it slipping away, then you've already lost it," she said.
He chuckled and pointed. "See? We missed it."
She didn't turn.
"You're wrong," she said. "I see it just fine."
And sure enough, some of the sky's brightness still reflected in her eyes.