As told I met Pony two blocks north of the park seven minutes late.
There was a bench and he held two milkshakes in his hands.
He saw me sit down, "I got you vanilla."
I accepted it, "Thanks, man."
We had a perfect view of the west. There were few trees and the sun was getting lower as we spoke.
"Congrats once again on winning the lawsuit," I sipped, "It's wonderful."
Pony smiled, "It is, isn't it?"
He told me about how he wanted to be a writer, how the idea of selling his stories to millions across the country would be something he would die for.
Then, after I told him about my love for cooking we looked back at the west.
"Put these on," he handed me some shades, "Sometimes it's too bright."
I didn't put them on, for I wanted to see the entire scene.
The bright being was lowering over the hill, the sky on the opposite side of the world getting brighter.
The area around her was becoming orange, with random hints of green, yellow, and pink and possibly even a purple.
God knows how long we sat there soaking up the glorious event. Day to night was something most people took for guaranteed. It was just something that happened to most people. Little did they know of the beauty they were missing.
Once the sky was in total darkness other than the stars and streetlights I looked over at Pony, whom was smiling contently.
He looked at me, my smile growing.
"Wanna stay for the sunrise viewing?" he asked me.
I looked at my empty cup, "Buy me another shake and you've got a deal."