The sunset – a orange globe alight moves and dips slowly into horizon. Purple licks as it gets swallowed by a smile of scrub lands. Does it make you human that something so science-y can evoke a melancholy vibe with the hope of daybreak once more… ?

You sit silhouetted, a tiny sun glows in the car as it mimics the sun outside – the end glow of your cigarette. I trace the angles – jaw, nose, the ridges that hide your eyes in shadow all as the day dies so fast seemingly so slow. We speed along over dips and bumps, the ruts in the road sometimes jolt too hard – we wince. Metaphoric the mood. Sulks and arguments around us melt away as u lean over, fit me in safe between arm and chest, and kiss me.