Driving home on the bus the sky is a dark blue and the sun has silently exploded along the bottom of the sea shooting off faint dark reds into each direction eternally. I search out the window for something faintly fading just as the light disappears into the distance. Night descends once again on the world and the world hardly notices.
I don’t always notice the different blues in the dusk, and the way the trees are black silhouettes against the coming darkness.
I don’t always notice the ways the colors are constantly changing every moment and every second as night looms closer and closer.
I don’t always notice the trees that look like monsters with its bare arms and its exposed body.
Sometimes I do.
But most days I’m just too busy.