Watching the Sunset

One summer evening after dinner, Dad said, "It's still bright outside. Let's go to the mountain to watch the sunset." After Mom and I heard him, we said, "Okay!"

As we were going to Mt. Tomte's peak, the sky was still bright. We picked out the highest hill and sat down looking up at the sky. That day the sun was as red as fire, and the brilliant light shined beyond the sky. It dyed the clouds into a yellow-orange color. The golden brightness shined everywhere--it was so beautiful! Dad said to me and my brother, "Look, this is the sunset."

I stared straight into the west. The sky was so colorful and brilliant. At times it was colored all golden-yellow, and at times it was in hues of orange. Just like a ribbon in a magician's hand, the sky changed colors every moment. Then, all of a sudden, the glorious clouds that had grabbed my attention faded. Ah, the sun was going home!

At this time, the clouds became darker and the sky became black. All of a sudden Mother said, "Look this way, the moon is out." It was true, the crescent moon was looking and smiling at us.

When we went back home, everyone was very happy. That day we did not only see the beautiful sunset, but also the rising moon. The street didn't have many pedestrians or cars. Everything around us was quiet.

The world was sleeping.