The Mover; Episode IX

            Orange glints danced across the dimming sapphire ocean. The radiant sun laid tangent on top of the vast horizon. Seagulls squawked as they flew by in flocks. The sky divided. Like a blanket that was laid above the earth with three different colors. Each gradually becoming the other as distance was obvious. The segment nearest to the sun burned a bright orange hue. Lines of light rays were visible, trying to reach and break through the clouds. The sky directly above was reddish and the outlines of the great clouds were like interwoven roses that floated overhead. The opposite horizon was tinted dark blue. Night had already fallen on the other side. Far, in the middle of the ocean, just beside the column of orange glints, was a silhouette of a cargo ship. It moved slowly across the baring sea towards the north where the Queen City was at.  The breeze was gentle and continuous. Ian ran his fingers through Ava’s hair as they sat side by side on the edge of the Centennial Park just a few feet above the waves.