Two children sat at the edge of a jetty, on a lake.
It was that time of day where the earth cools down and stills.
They sat, swinging their legs contentedly as they gulped down ice cream.
Red and gold flooded the sky, meeting with a perfect mirror below.
“You’re sad you know?” The girl said, after a while. “I can feel it.”
“How do you mean?” He looked at her apprehensively, curiously.
“It’s in all those made-up stories you write.” He remained quiet. “I mean, you even turned love into a sad thing.”
(And this magical oil/metal leaf work is by Steven Daluz)
ends in solace 