In the western horizon, dusk slowly descended by presenting golden light that gently sweeping the surface of a calm sea. The small wave of rhythmic seemed to sing, accompanying the journey of the sun to his contest. On it, the gray clouds are slow, as if painting the beautiful farewell story on the canvas of the sky.
The broad sea seemed to keep a secret, as if he greeting every eye that looked with soothing calm. Small ships in the distance are only black dots that are silent, surrender to the gusts of the twilight wind that carry the story of a reality full of reality.
This atmosphere is not just a scene, but a soul language about the longing that is not spoken, about the meeting that is always short, and about the time that continues to run without we can hold.
Dusk finally drowned, leaving his last light as a message stating that beauty always comes in separation, and every goodbye holds a promise to return tomorrow with its good beauty too.