I stare at the evening sun as it peaks past the mountains. The colors glare out. Purple, red, yellow, and orange. No matter. The peoples have seen sunsets like these thousands of times. As there menial lives go from day to day they view the sun as it shows its last glare over the horizon. I stare and wonder. Maybe the sunset is a proses. A proses of memories, when the sun shows it true brilliance as it accepts the memories and lives of those that view it. I stare at it and slowly fall asleep.