I was eight when I first appreciated the beauty of sunset. The way the sun sets as bright colors starts to fade. Changes with the darkness and the unique beauty of the night.
The way it reflects from everyone's eyes. The way it illuminates and makes everyone fall for it. It was so beautiful so I started being addicted to it.
Everyday, at 4 PM, I'll go at the beach near our house and wait for the sun to set. It was my daily routine.
When I was ten, I found myself talking to a guy a bit older than me. Turns out, he loves sunsets too. So he will go at the beach at 3:45 PM to wait for it too. Just like me. But what's different about him is that, he got no feet.
Just a tail. A tail of a fish.
