We cuddle together on the top of this low-lying hill. Our single silhouette is lifted from the darkness and bathed in a warm orange glow. It’s sunrise; my favourite time of day. The sky is alight with an extensive array of colours blended like acrylic paint on a huge canvas. An intricate work of art painted for us in this eternal moment of intimacy.
Now I come here by myself. Sunsets and sunrises morph into one as I sit here every morning and every evening. The watercolours of my eyes paint a blur of grey until everything’s black.
Everything’s black.
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