Romance of Birds

Tonight he would not miss the sunset. The day before, she had missed it because she decided the camera would not have to. She had come home quickly to take her, but when she returned back to the shore, the sun had almost sunk, and the sea had drank the beautiful colors of the going sun. And today ... she was in front of him. This sunset was not like the others. It was reflected in the quiet sea like in a mirror, and it was bathed in soft pink and golden shades. The sea was brighter than the sky, and this was very rare. It did not devour the heavenly light but reflected it. Maybe because the moon was growing from the bay, where dozens of passenger and heavy cargo ships docked. The horizon was bathed in violet shades, and on the smooth sea two or three ships sailed slowly. Gulls flew in the air and planned with their wings against the warm and pleasant breeze. The little waves gently caressed the shore with their salty laziness, and wet the cold sand covered with thousands of broken blades. What romance! What of being alone? She discovered romance in everything that harmony was. She took many pictures of this unique phenomenon, different from other sunsets, and sank into her quiet thoughts. Tonight, she did not call the painter who was drawing very close.