I look out at the horizon the sun hanging low and sinking ever deeper glowing a hot flaming color turning the clouds the color of molten lava while there are some streaks of pink and purple that bleed into each other too the sight is prettier than a rainbow the fireball that is the sun sinks ever lower until it disappears from view completely and then the sky grows ever darker turning from lava to a sea of black ink doted with millions of tiny diamonds twinkling bright beacons in the sky waiting to fade come morning light