two january
five : oh-five p.m.

the sky looks like it's trying so hard.

"it's already getting dark."

"and cold."

"i love winter sunsets. they're never as vibrant as summer ones. and everything looks pale and weak and washed out..i don't know why i like it so much."

"because you are so wonderful."

"heh, no, i don't think that's the reason."

"i do."