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No other sunset could ever compare to a Florida sunset. A florida sunset engulfs you in the most spectacular colors you could ever imagine, it seeps into your soul and makes time pause. The world stops turning and two lovers who sit on a park bench sharing the warmth of a sweater become lost in a world all their own. A moment has stood still and for once they can stop frantically keeping up with life, with school work, and clubs, and sports, and holidays, they can just exist in the here and now of the sunset. The brilliant pinks, and somber purples sink into their skin, it softens the harsh edges of the surrounding landscape, casting a yellow glow onto the grass and the lake by which the two sat. Each color in the imaginable spectrum dances across the clouds echoing the carefree nature of the waves that break against the shore of the lake. The sun flares as it meets with the horizon, preparing to greet another culture, steadily making her rounds, dedicated to her neverending occupation.
So they sit and they watch, and they make quiet conversation, and they hold hands. One rests her head on the others shoulder. They sigh, and embrace the gift they have been given. The world pauses solely for them and they think not about those who keep spinning around in the galaxy. A cool breeze runs past them, one that is unusual to the temperament of their everyday world, it sings to them and whistles a tune that can only be heard by that of their beating hearts. When the world begins to turn again, they know they will face opposition and judgement handed out by those who are frightened by what they do not understand. They do not worry about civil rights, or what others would think, not about what lies ahead for them, the struggles they will face, the way they will be torn from one another, or about the pain they will experience. They think only of this moment, holding the memory of that beautiful sunset close to their heart, and keeping the memory of each other closer.
So they sit and they watch, and they make quiet conversation, and they hold hands. One rests her head on the others shoulder. They sigh, and embrace the gift they have been given. The world pauses solely for them and they think not about those who keep spinning around in the galaxy. A cool breeze runs past them, one that is unusual to the temperament of their everyday world, it sings to them and whistles a tune that can only be heard by that of their beating hearts. When the world begins to turn again, they know they will face opposition and judgement handed out by those who are frightened by what they do not understand. They do not worry about civil rights, or what others would think, not about what lies ahead for them, the struggles they will face, the way they will be torn from one another, or about the pain they will experience. They think only of this moment, holding the memory of that beautiful sunset close to their heart, and keeping the memory of each other closer.