A round ball of fire sinks lower in the sky,
painting the atmosphere with streaks of crimson and gold.
The colours fade and onlookers turn away from the image in the sky,
shivering as a cold wind penetrates their thin jackets.
Street corners darken and raccoons poke their noses out of garbage cans
wondering if it is time to come out.
Park swings rock back and forth in the strong wind,
the happy park-goers are long gone.
A child leans out a window, staring up at the dark blue sky.