"But even the sun sets in paradise"

When the sun sets, the sky turns pink, a very light, soft pink like candy floss. And the water becomes a fiery red, so red it hurts to look at it. But you can't stop looking at it because all you can think about is that how can something so blue, so evanescent become so bold?

The waves lick the giant ball of fire as it disappears under the waters of deep blue. The scarlet and baby pink disappear...they are replaced by dark smears of charcoal, appearing as if drawn by a child. In the midst of this clash, the moon comes out, a soothing angel in white. The smears become universal, the waves peacefully hum as the pale angel shines her light on the sea.