Sunset
The dimmer switch of the day slides down on its track. The noise it makes scars the sky with beautiful colors. As the wounds of this change heal, the marks of what has just occurred begin to ignite. Popping open in the sky like miniature eyes. The eyes of all our loved ones looking down upon us. The dead that watch over us. They are our protectors, our watchers. They are mysterious. they are famous. They are our stars.
