Sunset

A brilliant sunset. The sun a glow and white. Touches of orange, pink, gray. Streaks of gray shoot out from the sun like trails of missile residue.

Slowly, the sun descends inching closer and closer to the crest of the hill. The colors seems to intensify as if the sinking sun is warming their hues. The moon shows its sliver of a face.

The water is still . . . except where our lures splash its surface. Small birds chirp their songs on the waters edge, seeming to say, "What are those silly humans doing with their sticks?"

And then, the sun dips down. The colors fade and we are left with pallid shades of gray and blue.

Goodnight, Lake McSwain.