Where were you when the sun set? When the sky turned shades of orange and purple but then faded to black?
I remember standing there, with wind whistling through my hair. The scent of the salty sea in the air.
I remember indigo rippling along the water as the moon began to rise. Standing there, still, with peaceful serenity in mind.
My world suddenly filled with colors so vibrant they still shown with my eyelids closed. My senses rose to peaks higher than the depth of my deepest valley.
How the sky illuminates from the day to the night. A moment of change God chose to use as a canvas to paint.
I remember, standing there, with nothing left to fear, with the greatest artist at the bow and I at the rear.