I wrote the following this evening while free writing with a tutoring student (hi, kiddo!). After I shared it with her, she said, "Miss. You have to post this." So here you go...a Moroccan sunset!
The colors are the first thing that grab you. A Moroccan sunset puts on a good show, what with the oranges and pinks blazing together as they show off at the edge of the mountain range. On the other side of the roof, you can see the Rif Mountains simply bathed in rosy and mauve tones. You look down at your feet, and see the pink dust (you swear it’s pink, just like the buildings in Marrakech) faintly glowing with pride to be so well represented in the evening light. This—this, for sure, alone is worth the long plane ride.
The sunsets at home are bluer, perhaps more purple in their hue. It’s the sunrises where you get the oranges and pinks. Maybe it’s something about bordering the Atlantic. Or maybe it’s just that you feel more alive in Morocco, and so enjoy the sunsets more vividly than you used to at home. Either way, you’re enjoying the show now. Nothing on earth seems to be quite as lovely and graceful as these African sunsets you’ve been experiencing.
“Come up for the show?” she asks, settling in next to you so quietly you jump a little at her sudden appearance.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I called your name when I saw you. Guess you were lost in thought?”
“Yeah...lost in the sunset.”
You both chuckle at that. She looks across the expanse of sky and heaves a satisfied sigh.
Very nice!