Title: Softly Falls

A warm summer's evening draws to its end as the elation of the season fades into a cherished memory. Upon a rocky outlook I sat with my friends by my side. We sat and gazed as the last of our youth fell below the horizon. Times this good were rarely had and ahead lay a road of uncertainty and turbulence as we remembered how such freedom could never last. As the sun began to set I captured a feeling in a moment everlasting so that I may look back on it fondly in the midst of strife yet unknown.

Into the evening we lay beneath the stars and reflected on what can only be seen in retrospect and what lay in store. I hardly remember ever having more intriguing and enthralling conversation as we exhausted the hours of the night. As I went to retire, I returned to the cliff where the evening had began and sat there and truly became in tune with the world and its hidden beauties. How long I remained there I do not know, but as I lay down to sleep, one thing I knew is that while the sun may set, it will always rise again.