Sunset in Memories

Sunsets are so precious. Perfect colors paint themselves across the blank canvas that is the sky, and twist themselves through clouds. They reflect against available waters, even the smallest of puddles. I love it.

Coming home from the beach on Thursday, the sky piqued my interest again. I am finding my love of the sky again. There were clouds all around us, and the sun was setting to my directly behind the car, a soft yellow sinking behind the mountains. The clouds around us were a light pink mixture with shadows of grey-blue. And they were everywhere, the fluffy clouds of color.

There were bunches of them clustered in the sky ahead of me, and scattering around to other clusters on both sides of me. The world above seemed like a painted picture, and I was caught in the middle of that beauty. From the corner of my eye, I saw my friend in the seat behind me gazing in awe. I was not alone in witnessing beauty.

This much happiness flooding through me at seeing something so simple was almost unbearable. I have always shared the sunsets. With him. The overwhelming urge to text him crashed over me as I stared at the clouds behind me through the side mirrors. “Run outside quick,” I wanted to say. “The sky is doing pretty things again.”

He always ran outside to see when I started talking about the sky. He would thank me for the breathe of fresh air and the break from homework. It was nice to share this beauty with someone willing to understand my obsession.

It took all my willpower not to contact him. I twisted my hand together and crushed them against my stomach, keeping my phone buried underneath my leg. As I watched the pale yellow orb descend farther into the mountains, I tried to breathe my feelings away with it.

The sun set just as the books describe it. A bright line of light was all that could be seen of the fleeting sun behind illuminated mountains. The Earth froze, held its breathe so as not to disturb the peace that had fallen over the world. Then all at once, she exhaled, and the sun sank away, and the clouds colors began to slip into more of the shadow than of the pink. I exhaled with the Earth, and the urge left, leaving behind only the sadness of being unable to contact him.

I need to get over this. It is not anything new. I had to know that this would come, I just forgot for a while when we had had so much fun together. It should pass, right? Soon I will be back into the flow of my normality. Faking smiled with ease and skirting around the background of events. I will get there, right?

At least sunsets are not a lost hobby. Thankfully, they are beginning to astound me again. I am disappointed that we did not get to see the sunset at the actual beach, but then we would have had more traffic coming home, and nobody likes traffic. I will see a sunset at the beach someday, when I am old enough to be on my own.

Positives:
I am almost finished with the Khan Academy course that was recommended for students taking Honors IM 2. I will be done a couple weeks before school starts, which is a perfect time to retain all the information while also getting a break.

I have also almost finished one of the books for the required readings. I only got them a couple of days ago and started reading not long after either. The book required for everyone is Speak, by Laurie Halse Anderson. It is a wonderful books so far. I am enjoying it. I am slightly worried for the next one, however,

We had a choice from four books that we could use as the second book. I choose I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou. My weakest point in literature is poetry, and I want to get better decoding it. I am worried that I will lose interest in the book and not retain any of the text. I know I will finish it because it is a required reading for school, but I am unsure if I will enjoy it. Hopefully, I will. It is a classic after all.