I sit atop a hill, looking at the sky.
It is sunset.
The farmer is comming in from a day of hard work in the fields,
The traveler is laying down to rest after a day of walking,
The children put down there toys and go to bed.

The sun is now sinking over the hills.
The last rays of light from this brilliant, glowing orb turn the sky beautiful shades of orange and red.
It is a truely beautiful scene.
But i am thinking of other things.
I am thinking of you.
The scene would be much more beautiful if you were here.


-soul

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Miraman, in the year 273 AF.