She stepped out onto the vast open plain and gazed around curiously. There was nothing but fields of wheat, sad looking patches of grass and the one-lane highway as far as the eye wanted to see. The air smelled sweeter than she had ever imagined. The freshly mowed grass combined with the wind blown wheat forced the air to take on an aroma that reminded her of fresh biscuits dipped in hot cocoa on chilly Sunday mornings. Or, perhaps, the smell reminded her of out-of-the-oven finger cookies that burnt her hand and tongue as the steamy goods went from the cookie sheet straight to her waiting mouth. She never could tell the difference between various vanilla pastries.
Stray stems of wheat cluttered the grass patches, but the road was swept spotless from cars rushing over the smooth asphalt. She kicked at an oddly shaped rock as the orange sun was shielded by clouds, casting a hazy shadow over her surroundings. By the time she looked up again, the clouds moved on and the sun darkened dramatically.
From that first step to the current moment, the sun turned from a piercing golden yellow to a scorching rich red-orange the sky, and taking but one picture, it burned a deep red, streaking the sky with large waves of muted pink. As it travelled, she watched in awe as it pushed waves of light red and pink into the atmosphere and shoved the now distasteful brilliant orange away.
As if it wasn't enough, the pink slowly faded into royal purple streaks, darkening the burning fire in the sky. Right before her eyes, purple filed out the sky in the blink of an eye, and the magnificent purple deepened into the midnight shade of blue and black.
Before moving to America, she always heard that the American sunset was truly a sight to see, but she never believed the stories until this very moment.
The dazzle and wonder twinkled in her eyes and though it was beautiful, it was only almost as beautiful as him.