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Its okay

You're disappointed that you couldnt see the vivid orange sunset that just flooded the room. You offer solace to yourself ; its okay its not the last sunset of your life. You look up at the sky sky once more and find the same vivid orange emerging from the dark clouds. You decide to grab it before it dies too soon again.
" You coming with me or not?" You ask your sister gesturing towards the window literally flooding with sunlight but she's too caught up on her computer. She ignores you and so you go alone running towards the terrace ,coffee in hand, then, you behold the unusually orange sky. The bright yolk gliding slowly downwards. You know its a goner and its about to die in a while but you remind yourself; its okay its not the last sunset of your life. You can't look away at all though its overly bright aura is is slitting your vision , blinding you. The more you focus on it the more it seems to lose its colour. And then you look away, finding the colours returning to the picture, like an optical illusion.
The setting sun washing every thing with its golden red hue looks exactly like a rising sun, only without the quiet and cold air. Your hair is different shade ,the clouds, the city, the hills even the houses look pritter at sunset and you pity others; too busy and engaged to glance at this beauty overhead.