Blanket of Dusk

As I lay on my back, the warm coarse sand touching my soft skin, making me feel as if I am laying on a warm bed of salt. Gently, I lift up my red tainted paint brush and mimic how I would paint clouds on the cloudless baby blue sky above me. As I lay under the warm sun, my brush in my heavy hand, something catches the corner of my eye. Something that I have not seen in a long time and it fills my heart with hope and love. Blanket of Dusk.

As I rub the warm salty sand off my tanned body, I start to slowly paint this beautiful image. My small paint brush touches the bare white canvas in front of me as if it is making love to it. The colors of red, burgundy, dark blue and grey fill the canvas. As I start to paint I know I am alive, my heart begins to fill with emotions. The vast clear sky starts to turn from a baby blue to an autumn red. The clouds changing from cotton white to a flaming orange-yellow. My hand takes life as if filled with its own emotions.
I stop as the tide starts to come in. I watch from a distance as the, now, blue sea touches the golden brown sand. The cold sea fills my footprints and wipes it away as if it were never there. It makes me think again and there’s a feeling of sudden loneliness. I try to calm my sad emotions down and continue to paint. I gaze upon the reflective water and the dusky autumn sky turning darker. The sun seems to be dancing as if with a twin on the red mirror-like sea water. My excited hand now painting with its own passion making me feel good and warm again.
 
As the sun begins to fade away, falling off the edge of the sea, I put my colorful paint brush down. I rest my exhausted hand it’s fingers throbbing. I sit on the cool sand and take in the epic event that is slowly unfolding in front of me. It makes me realize that life need not have a sad or an unhappy ending. My sad and lonely emotions begin to fade away as I feel alive, reborn and inspired.
 
I watch the warm red sun disappear behind the murky blue sea, I softly say to myself, What a glorious sunset.

©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
©Image Source – Widewallpaper

2 thoughts on “Blanket of Dusk

  1. Beautifully written..something I have not seen in a long time..loved how this piece is beautifully weaved with colours and you have painted the sun with imagination.

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