#bees writes

The sky is so many shades of various colors. The setting sun is barely scraping the horizon. Purple around me talk in soft voices out of respect for the sound of the music playing from an unfamiliar instrument. I'm watching the water of the river from high up. It's so far below, yet bright. No one here is sad. They're all so happy. I'm sitting alone. I'm watching the indescribable orange lights fade into a darker light, and I'm lost in thought. About the serenity. About the peace. My mind is on my girlfriend, as it usually is. I only wish she were here next to me, her hand in mine, her head on my shoulder, enjoying this gorgeous moment with me. And I know she would be. For once in the day, I don't feel bad. I feel fine. I feel happy. I feel relaxed. I hold no worries nor hurt feelings about arguments I've had with my dad today. The sky turns pink and purple and red and orange. And as the wind tugs at my hair, and the sounds of life surround me, I can't help but smile.