Margot gazed out at the horizon. Thick clouds extended and diversified the colors of the sunset. Pale champagne spilled into amber.
"I half expect her to walk over those hills," she said.
"Lifetimes are like winter days, the sunset always comes too soon." Luke wiped his tears as the warm colors cooled to violet then cobalt.
"The breathtaking colors are only half of the reason why sunset is so beautiful, Luke."
"What do you mean, Margot?"
"The dying day reminds us that night too will fade and the morning sun will rise again."