"I love it when the sun is late and the clouds are low. It makes me feel alone in the world"
He often sat by himself, just to get away every now and then, to see the sky darken as the sun set. Sometimes, they'd be in the most beautiful places to watch the sun set, others, he'd watch gray settle into black, but it didn't matter how it looked, all he needed were clouds in the sky, setting low on the horizon, to make him feel alone. The desired effect.
Sometimes, his brother would come and sit next to him, hand him a beer and watch with him. No words were spoken, just sitting and watching.
The eldest loved it when he was on flat land in Oklahoma or Kansas, so the clouds would group in the most stunning of ways, not that he'd ever admit it. The youngest loved perching on a cliff, where they could look from above and get a golden angle that photographers would die for.
On rare occasion, he'd just start laughing, singing about what a wonderful amazing fucked up world they live in. He'd just smile until his cheeks hurt. On rare occasion he'd laugh just to laugh, because, God, he was just twenty-three what was he doing. What was he doing?! He was living.
But that rarely happened.
So he'd just sit.
Then he remembered. He wasn't alone.
And he'd go back inside.