That Summer Sunset

A large Field sprawled infinitely around me, naked and bare, stripped of its royal veil of green.

The soil monotonously black yet brimming with different shades of brown and black, chased the setting sun at the Horizon.

My feet couldn't help but follow the soil's path, slowly drifting and then running, I too chased the horizon.

the rough soil pricking my feet and the dry-wet soil sinking me in felt pleasantly different.

The distant squeals and laughs of children playing, the whispers and rustles of leaves as the Summer breeze danced around, all of it sounded like a sweet forgotten melody.

As a golden sky loomed over me, the dullest rocks and trees shone and bloomed with joy and life.

The sun, after a long summer day of work, shone the brightest even while he departed from the earthly love and worries.

A lean and thin stream of water cut across the field, and stopping there, panting. I felt my worries, burdens and exhaustion flowing away with the water.

But as the warm breeze embraced my scarred soul and the cool water kissed my worn out feet, the departing sun felt all the more melancholic.

Never before had I realised how sadly beautiful the summer sunset is. Maybe this is what love looks like, maybe this is what beauty feels like, maybe this is what elegance is.