Speaking to the sky, she breathes, “It’s a beautiful sunset tonight!”
“Sunset always is out here,” is my quiet reply.
We sit at the Oregon coast.
We watch the autumn sun set into the Pacific.
We're filled with thoughts of our dear departed friend.
“Always is,” I repeat in a hollow voice.
She responds. “Absolutely awe inspiring — the golds, ambers, and coppers are amazing!”
The fiery orb of the sun splashes into the western sea.
The ocean goes molten.
“Look at those waves sparkle, they’re like facets of a golden diamond,” she offers in a tone of wonder.
“The blues and purples are intense,” is my flat come back.
“The clouds! That coral and pink fire against the vivid white — it’s breathtaking,” she continues, voice lifting.
My soul stirs, more memories.
“I knew Gary since we were kids, over sixty years.”
My voice trembles.
“So hard to believe he's gone.”
My voice cracks.
Sliding close, she gasps, “Oh honey!”
“I do love sunsets,” I whisper through tears.
She looks into my eyes, searches my soul.
“I know my love, I know.”
She sighs, and falls quiet.
rob kistner © 2007
(revision © 2018)
In “Sunset”, a couple sits on the Oregon coast, watching the sunset. The man has just learned of the passing of his friend since childhood. The woman tries to lift the emotions of the moment by pointing out the rich warm colors of the evening — the man is drawn to the dark, more somber hues. They both need this sunset. This piece is a simple study in contrast, the beauty of the sunset agaisnt the sadness of the loss.
I just learned of the passing of a long time friend. It put me in mind of this piece I'd written 11 years ago. I dug it out, tightened it up, and posted it here with thoughts of my friend.
This piece is inspired by similar scenarios I have experienced in my past.