All was lost. What work on possibility he thought necessary had been spent. Even the ocean appeared tired. Not a wave rolled, not a ripple showed all the way back out to where the sun was lowering herself below the horizon—perhaps, she too was tired. Small gurgles of water barely touched against the rocks, retreating even before an effort was made to climb over them. Nor was there a seagull in the air. They too refused to sail on such a listless evening. Best wait for a change in the weather.
Some things happen with intent. One hoped in life that all things come with intent, and if not, then whatever unfolded would be of a positive nature. A neglected mind assumed such things; a feeble mind hoped for such things; a mind that ran with the tides and sailed on the winds knew well that life was an exactor of pay for the time given. And so the irony of the sultry ending to the day was not lost on him.
The colors of a color fascinated him, had always done so, none more so than the differing shades of orange that draped in over the ocean to where he sat. A more informed eye might see many colors, and describe them as such: orange, yellow, red, and multitude of other possibilities, like a sommelier describing some wine. He cared not to think about the many colors possible, only the one with hues that needed no naming, only the drinking in of its nature and purpose. She was still so bright he had to squint, or cast his eyes down a bit. That would go quickly to where he could look where she had gone.
Other things were not so simple. How was it possible to lose something, have it disappear and then find it was all that filled the mind? Whatever happened to “out of sight out of mind”? Of course it had not happened yet. But it would. It no longer mattered as to when. He reached out, almost expecting her to be there. That touch so special, one lass kiss. What a silly notion. She had offered both. He had taken neither.
When he returned in the morning, she would be gone.
He could look directly at the setting sun now. A small cloud had drifted in to cover her as she put on her night dress. A chill hit his soul. Where it came from he could not tell. As she dipped to a full goodnight the band across the expanse dimmed.
She would be gone by morning. That was what they had agreed. He had not really agreed, more he nodded and walked away. The rocks and the water were becoming the same color. The sun dipped totally away from the day. He disappeared into the darkness.