He looked to be about in his thirties. He was tall, well-built, and his handsome face was complimented by his long blond hair and thin moustache. Anybody could tell just by looking at the young man that he was down on his luck. To put it more precisely, he looked as if his world had fallen apart. I tried not to look like I was staring, as I casually threw a rock in the ocean. The sunset complimented the seashore that evening. It lit up the sky with pink, gold, orange, and yellow. The peaceful sky seemed to be sharing its tranquility with its audience.
Perhaps I could have been wrong, but he seemed to me to look almost guilty. His sky blue eyes looked upon the shore, searching for something he could not find, something deep within. I almost hoped he would find whatever it was he was so desperately searching for. He stayed where he was for a few more minutes, until someone else came alongside him.
He looked to be about the same age as the blond, only he had dark brown curly hair. His indigo eyes seemed as empty as his companion. He too seemed to be lost in whatever situation that he had. His eyes held some hurt and pain in them as well. Both men exchanged words, but I could not hear them from where I was. Although distance separated us, I could plainly see that the discussion had led to tears from the blond. Why the tears had fallen I could not figure out. However, the curly haired brunet took the sobbing man in his arms and held him in a tight embrace.
They stayed that way for a few minutes but it seemed like an eternity to me. Perhaps I could have been mistaken, but it seemed as though all was right with their world when they held each other. As if their spirits were reunited as one and the lonesome atmosphere was gone. Once they let go of one another, the brunet fondly wiped away his friend's tears with his hand. The blond closed his eyes and nodded and I could feel a connection being shared. All hurt, pain, and searching left their eyes and one could only see contentment overflowing. They shared a few more words and the brunet laughed. Throwing their arms around each other they walked up the grassy hill, to a red Ford Torino with a white strip painted across its side. Whatever they had said was their own business, but I could not help but feel that the words that were not spoken were cherished in their hearts. Somehow the sunset on the ocean's shore shined brighter this evening.
