My Life After 10 Years

"My Journey from Sunset to Sunrise" When the sun sets, thousands of hues of purple, orange, pink, and yellow fill the heavens. They blend with the clouds and cast off a dreamy air. It is a time when the colors of the day meet the colors of the night. Deep purples of the coming nightfall mix ever so gently with the orange tingles of the day. This passing from day to night forms a period of pure magic, when one may no longer distinguish between where the day ends and the night sky begins. The image created is so gentle to the eye and yet it is so striking. It is so peaceful and yet so overwhelming. The sun is slowly setting, and which each brilliant color a memory forms in my mind. I'm floating amidst this period of pure magic, where the heavens become so enchanted that one cannot distinguish between the end of the day and the beginning of the night. Somewhere in this mixture of day and night, I lie. And it feels as if I'm passing from the end of a period to the start of a new beginning and changes. Each shade of purple, yellow, pink, and orange is a memory, a thought, a tear, a smile, and a laugh, in my mind. All of the thousand of colors form a beautiful sunset. The sun is setting, only but to rise again. At the break of the dawn, I took my routine morning walk outside, staring up at the sky, listening to classical composers while taking in the image of the emerald leaves and mix of flowers on the trees above me for my solo art exhibit. This went on as usual but heading home, on my way back, for a brief moment instead of staring up, I looked down. To my surprises I noticed that the pavement was covered in a childish mess of colored chalk. There were drawings of a little girl holding a pink rose, rainbows, and multicolored stars. It all had a silly, charming quality to it that stopped me in my tracks. I was caught. Right then and there, I took a closer look at the pavement; enjoying the remnants of the delight these children felt while they must