Evenings

Like abstract painting and poetry, or literature, evenings can be interpreted in myriad ways. I find evenings disturbing, as they seem to ask my soul questions. So, here is another way of looking at the soul searching evenings, from the perspective of it being a beautiful time of the day.
                                            
 Watching the sea behold the sun as it retreats in its glorious splendor, trying to speculate where the horizon exactly is, are some favorite pastimes when at the beach. When staring from the terrace, fathoming if the clouds are trying to tell a story, and if so, what characters does it portray, takes my time.

The hut beside the lake, or the feet in sand and clay, and straw filled with coconut water in mouth engage you. The dusk brings with itself, a chatter of birds. The sky is strewed with blue, majestic gold, austere red, heavenly purple, and daisy pink, blushes a deep hue as the sun bids adieu. And the sun smiles a final smile, with promises of returning on his lips. The sky lives in hope.

The strewed sky looks like a painting, with the arrival of the queen, moon. The sound of the temple tolls bells. The view from the boat is the middle of the sea. The mild breeze, the flying curly locks, the mysterious smile is alluring. The coming of the stars is amazing. The return of the birds to their nests is assuring. Thus, an account of an evening well spent reflects on the kind of a person one is. An evening determines the sleep you get at night. A good night's sleep ensures a good day ahead. And, a day well spent is a life spent well.