The beach is pretty, no doubt about that. There is even a beach in California called "Hermosa" which means beautiful. I start my day with the blue skies and the white clouds. The powdery white sand is lined with sea shells. But none of it lasts. Eventually the day transitions into the evening. Much like a woman adjusts her outfit and makeup, the beach transforms itself from day to night.
I sit on the sand and hold on to the last few minutes of daylight. As the sun sets a shadow is casted. We are so focused on the sunset and all of its beauty that we neglect to see what is happening. Everything that had significance and meaning throughout the day turns dark. People become silhouettes with no features but a black outline. The ocean consumes everything as the Congo River consumes everything in The Heart of Darkness.
It truly is beautiful. Hermosa. It leaves us all behind. I sat, waited, and the Earth turned and the Sun set. I feel forgotten, abandoned. I am not ready for it to be over. But the Earth was ready and the sun was ready. I become nothing but a shadow left behind. The remains of a beautiful sunset. A pretty shadow. It is over now and with nothing else to look forward to I get up and leave looking back. It was beautiful, though.
"You were another blink of those eyes that once cried for you , another sunset that he can watch out his window every evening..."-http://heavy-boots-and-parachutes.blogspot.com/
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