The dusk

I look up the sky. It isn't that bright for it is twilight, but the combination of reddish orange and blue sky are apparent and it is pretty; it reminds me of you.

"Do you like this time of the day? The dusk?" You asked.

"Yeah. I like the colors of the dusk. The pastel pink and the blue. It's just the perfect time of the tiring day," I answered.

"Me too. When I was a kid, it was my favorite time of the day because the time seemed slowing down. I could play as long as I wanted that I got so tired yet the night hadn't fallen," you cheerily added.

I open the window and take a picture of the beautiful sky. The picture certainly isn't as pretty as the actual view, but I guess it is good enough to show you. I pick your name over the "frequently contacted" list on my messenger application. The photo preview appears before I have the chance to actually send it to you. "Reminds me of you," I type the caption out. I inspect the picture once again and gaze at the sky. The night has fallen down so quickly, covering the sky with its dark blue blanket.

Looking on my left, I watch the freeway just like I always do. It isn't as dense as last week was, which soothed me as usual, but my mind is just brimful since forever.

I glance at my phone once again, checking the message I am going to send you, which actually has nothing to be checked on anymore. I waver, then press 'x' on the left corner of my phone. I put my phone inside my bag and continue to watch the cars pass by on the freeway, trying to get my mind busy instead of thinking of the beautiful dusk, thinking of you.