— Hello!
— …Good evening!
— Nice suit.
— Thank you.
— Such an atmospheric place, I love coming here.
— Yes, me too.
— I’ve never seen you here before.
— It happens. We just didn’t cross paths before.
— I usually come here at sunset… Though you can see the sunrise too, but I prefer to sleep in a bit longer. I never make it to the hill in time, so I greet it from the terrace with coffee.
— I see… I usually come at sunrise.
— That early? That’s discipline! Don’t you ever want to sleep?
— No. I get enough rest. I like it — I do it with pleasure. Look, it’s starting.
— I love these moments. I look and recall the day that’s passed, sum things up, make plans for tomorrow.
— Why?
— Well… sunset is like the edge between what’s gone and what’s to come. So I think of both.
— Look! The sun seems to speed up toward the horizon.
— Yes, I can see it too now. I’ve never noticed that before. Like a second hand moving — slowly, visibly, inevitably.
— And the sky? Look at that color. And the clouds — they’re turning pink now, see? And the breeze, light and quiet, it was born at sea and carries its breath and freshness. Feel it?
— Yes. So gentle and not cold.
— The sea is warm…
— Here comes the best part. Look! The sun is almost touching the horizon — it’s like it’s tasting the water. That moment when the sea seems to stick to the burning disk.
— As if the sun just sipped some tea… and instantly begins to cool. It’s not as bright anymore. And it’s going, going down slowly… slowly… And yet, so fast. Poof! Gone. And that glow!
— It will linger for a while on the edge of the world, then fade and turn to darkness. Look, the stars — one, two…
— Soon there will be too many to count. The moon’s not in the way yet. What a breathtaking sight.
— Shall I walk you home?
— If it’s not too much trouble.

She gazed dreamily at the wide bedroom window. It was warm, quiet, and peaceful.
She didn’t remember the day that had passed. It had surely existed — yet she hadn’t thought of tomorrow. That magical sunset had captured her completely — and the stranger beside her. He held her attention in the present moment, cutting off the past and not letting the future come in.
That unnoticed walk home along the winding rocky path… Strange, she hadn’t seen a lantern in his hand. “Maybe the moon came out,” she thought. But it hadn’t.
She frowned, trying to recall something uneasy — but a light white feather softly landed in her palm, and she sank into a calm, deep sleep.