I left the office earlier than usual. It was drizzling and the sky was dark. ‘Yet another day without the sunset,’ I told myself.
I took the bus and then the train, my usual journey home.
I boarded the train and there wasn’t a single chair available so I looked for a place where I could possibly stand comfortably, if I could be comfortable at all.
I stood facing west and saw a difference in color. The sky wasn’t as dark as I thought. At least, not on the other side. Not on the side where the sun was setting. It was orange or maybe yellow orange or maybe gold. I don’t know exactly how I could possibly describe the color of the sky, the beauty was just beyond words.
I wanted to take a photo of this one of a kind sunset, one of the most beautiful I have seen recently, but I doubt the camera of my phone will get even half the beauty of what I was seeing. So I ditched the idea and just stood still.
I stood still not minding the weight of the bags I was carrying on both shoulders, the noise of people chatting, the rush of passengers moving in and out of the cabin, pushing through, squeezing themselves in.
I just looked at the sun. I looked at it while it slowly showed itself. I looked at it as it gently moved away from the grayish clouds that hid its glory.
Each train station we passed by led me home, just like each slow descent have sent the sun to its rest.
For a moment I felt like it was just me and the sun. Looking at each other. Saying our goodbyes to yet another day.