A Stained-Glass Masterpiece
It was a nice pleasant evening. I could hear the birds chirping and their shadows dancing around in the glorious sunset. The oranges bounced off the glass windows, and the breezes carried hints of everything they touched. I could hear the hustle hush down and the rustle of the leaves begin. I could feel the warmth of the last murmurs of the sun in the evening sky. The view was beyond picturesque to my eyes. How so many things, being so different, still blend together seamlessly, to make one masterpiece; so flawlessly put together that they cease to exist on their own, was something I couldn’t fathom. Someone walked by. It was someone I used to be friends with. Not anymore. It’s been too long, but the “not anymore” still stung. I could feel the memories flooding in, all over again. It was at this moment when I wondered, “Can people actually leave your life, once they come in?” Circumstances made us feel separated, but does separation even exist? Look at the sky, it car...