I was swimming when the sun went down — up the lane and down, one stroke after another. I saw only the stripe on the bottom of the pool and the splash at my shoulders each time I gasped for air.
The almost-evening air felt cold against my wet arms, and I thought there must be some mistake, for it was mighty hot today. But then the sun went down... and I didn't even notice. I missed the setting of the sun.
It must have lit the western sky aglow. It must have splashed some pink into that last blue of day. But now it is gone, and the sky is that silver-white that comes after dusk when the shadows have deepened and night is about to arrive.
An evening breeze is blowing. The trees are only silhouettes. The dog and I watch in silence and wait.
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