The Sunset

The sunset painted the sky a brilliant peach, mixed with several shades of a deep purple that accentuated the clouds the made an almost perfect setting. The bed of the old truck creaked under the weight we put on it as we crawled up to sit on the tail swinging our legs like school children on the edge of a bridge. I turned my head to look at her, getting a mouthful of hair from the light breeze drifting off the pines, bringing with it the scent of rain. After sputtering for a small time I finally saw her beautiful face lit up by the setting sun. I looked at her bashfully, embarrassed by the fool that I had just made of myself. She laughed sending a tingle down my spine, while putting me at ease. She was beautiful, but unfortunately I would be gone in a few weeks, leaving family, and more importantly her. I wouldn't be back for two long years. She scooted closer and put her head on my shoulder. I just gaped at her, unable to comprehend what just happened. Coming to my senses, I put my arm around her holding her close. And that is how we stayed, watching the beautiful sunset, and enjoying each other’s company.