Enjoy the Dusk With You

The earth always folds the day neatly. He said to the sun: in the evening soon to come, then you sink slowly. And the sun obeys. As he departed, the sky turned faintly orange. Humans call it, "twilight".

You and I always enjoy this view. Initially via the roof of your boarding house, which we have to "climb" first, hoping that it will not fall - and not cause too much disturbing noise when our feet step on the red roofs. But apparently, we are increasingly sitting together just to enjoy the twilight. Until one day, we agreed to spend time once a week. For the sake of dusk hunting - from different places each week.

I always like hunting. Unlike hunting animals, when hunting for dusk there is no bullet that needs to be fired. Nobody needs to die to take home. Enough of the beauty of space recorded in memories. Enough warmth feels every time you smile and laugh.

"Don't smile," you said, taking a pocket camera from the bag and aiming it at my face. There is an orange dusk as the background

"But if I want to smile?" I'm unusual. Photographed while not smiling? Like the models in the magazine.

"Just use your eyes to smile."

In a matter of less than three, your finger snaps the camera.

You grin satisfied, showing the results. "Good?" You said, then laughed.

Maybe at that moment I realized for the first time. I want you not only as a friend to enjoy the evening. But also friends spend dusk - when we are old.