I like chasing sunsets. I followed this one through the empty streets and down down a steep hill, along a little forsaken alley where someone was sweeping up autumn leaves like molten gold. Autumn is the time of afternoons, of endings. I don’t really like them, they make me sleepy and wistful and a little bit sad. I must try very hard to remember that another dawn is not far away, just on the other side of winter.

I chased the Sunset all the way to my bench in the park, where I like to sit and write. There I lost it behind the trees and the clouds, so I gave up and walked home in the purple twilight.