Sunsets are so temporal; a blaze of that which gives life. There are so many feelings attached to the sunset - satisfaction of a well-spent day, the resolution of two ends that are now a union, intertwined for ever.

There are days a sunset is only a reminder of disappointment, of procrastination, of forgetting.


Let me tell you of how I once began an affair with the afternoon sun. We were the embodiment of youth, kissed lightly and held tightly. We were old friends, tinging memory sepia and leaving me in a literal haze. Just like how I remember all our words and kept books, pressed leaves in grotty albums with crumbling spines. I have forgotten how to twirl an avalanche of words into elegant mathematics but I will relearn my embroidery and love once more.