Another Sunset
My friends and I sat on the few bales of hay after a long day at the farm, as we looked at the sky. It was filled with
fresh colours as if it was an artist’s canvas. Rich, vibrant hues of fiery reds, blended flawlessly into oranges, yellows,
and blues. We sat there and continued watching the sun’s last show of the day.
Silhouettes of birds flew home against the cotton soft clouds. The autumn breeze flew past us, making me smile a
little, while I tried finding shapes in the clouds. The colourful, little flowers made the fields fragrant with the smell of
beautiful pansies, heathers and chrysanthemums. The tall deciduous trees swayed to the tune of the cool breeze
towering over us as it showered us with dry, yellow leaves. The constant neighing of the horses, mooing of the cattle
and sounds from all the other animals of the farm made the moment alive, yet calm. It was a most perfect moment:
the glorious sky, cool wind and friends. That moment was complete. Just the mere presence of my friends by my side
made me content. The sun dipped further and just before it was gone, it turned red and gave out its brightest rays, as
if to promise that it would come back again tomorrow.
The sun bid adieu and blended into darkness, leaving behind a beautiful memory for all of us.
-Pushti Shroff