The Sunset
The simple beauty – expected, but a shock every single time the light breaks the horizon.
And every time your breath hitches, every time the sky is broken by red, you promise you'll remember. You tell yourself you'll keep this one in the back of your mind, draw upon the beauty when time stood still for those few seconds, when life seemed as though it depended on those few rays of light clinging desperately to the slowly appearing stars. And when the light does disappear, you wonder what you're left with. In the dark, what do you have left? You can search in the dark, but what will you find? The stars – not bright enough, too far from you to guide your way? The moon – only alight when the sun reflects on it?
THERE!
There's your shred of hope, your answer. The moon only shines when the sun shines its light on it. So the sun must still be alight somewhere. And though it has deserted you, there's still a chance it will return to rescue you from the dark desolation of the night.
And then you wait. You have one thing left to wait for.
The Sunrise.
Hold on, Miley. The sun will shine again.