*not a poem.

“and what does a sunset look like to you?” elowen asked. the edge of his pinky brushed against mine. the tips of my fingers twitched in response, shifting the blades of grass underneath.

i hummed, letting the question wash over me. no one had ever asked me this before, what something looked like to me. maybe because i couldn’t see what they did, they assumed i couldn’t see anything at all.

“i see… a cascade. it’s slow at first. have you ever noticed that nature comes alive the most at sundown?” i looked towards elowen, already expecting his answer.

“no, i haven’t.”

i smiled. “all the creatures come out to soak one last time in the waning light, singing their last hurrahs before scurrying to safety. and when the sun dips closer to the earth, it carries those goodbyes, gathering weight in its rays. sometimes i can feel it filtering through my fingers.” i held out my hand, holding the rays in my palm, letting them fall between the spaces of my fingers.

“this is when the sun feels warmest, kindest. it’s tired, too, from shining so brightly all day, but it can’t go until its work is done. that’s when the cascade rushes through, the final splashes of light, before it dissipates into the night and the moon tips over our heads.”

“a warm farewell,” elowen finished.

“yes. until tomorrow.”

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n.b: description is so. hard.