EVENING
I looked through my window to breathe; far away from me, I saw a tiny part of the sun slowly taking back his orange rays. The sky was neither blue nor white like the waves in the ocean; the orangish white clouds hid the blue sky under them. The orange sky might have frightened the birds; they flew here and there, panicking and chirping about something I didn’t understand. The glass building in front of my window reflected the orangs rays to flow around the city. The horizon turned orangish red, and the sky hid the blue and white. Like the portrait drawn by an artist, I could see the twilight. The golden clock in the clock tower announced its seven in the evening. Slowly like a snail, the night took away the day, and the moon replaced the sun.