Beauty Of a Sunset

The pale-yellow ball sank gently into the endless sea of green sailors, the sky around getting tinted a honey brown by its leaking color. The mild cool wind, a mixture of its sweet scent and yours too, finding its way to me and slightly intoxicating me, as I felt serotonin burst inside my petite veins. Your fingers find mine, and like a lock found its key, connect together as we listen to the endless silence. A tender conversation breaks it, and the sun softly sets as your lips softly rise, your smile now the brightest object as the night approached.