The sun was setting slowly; taking it’s time, sinking in to the ground, stealing the light away from the world. It was lingering, and it was almost cruel. It was going away, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. It would sink away and leave the world dark and cold, it was inevitable, no one could stop it. But the time it took to disappear, taunting the world with its fading rays, it was beyond cruel.

One could watch it sink into the ground, remembering the bright sunny afternoon, or the fresh feeling of the morning sun; knowing that it wouldn’t be long until the sun was completely gone. It would be better if one could just blink and it be gone, instead of watching it slowly disappear. That was torture.

The sun dipped slightly below the horizon, offering only a few bright rays to hit the earth. A dark light. Stuck between day and night, what a horrible taunting thing for the sun to do.

Of course, it wasn’t really the sun leaving, was it? The sun is always there, bright, and warm, offering its rays to whatever dares to come near enough. It is the earth that turns away. It sure doesn’t feel like that, sitting on earth and watching the sun disappear every evening.

The sun would return, wouldn’t it? That is what always happened, but really there was no guarantee that the warmth would ever bless the world again. And maybe, some don’t plan to suffer though the night, in the slight hope that in the morning, yes, the sun will climb its way over the horizon. Maybe some would rather just simply disappear with the sun.