The bright glowing sphere dimmed, as it slipped vertically down the horizon. Its surreptitious decent seemingly ominous, less distracted. Inside its mind, I could see the presence of eminent despair. As if its future were riddled with uncertainty. The present now fading away to a past that never was.

Slowly the cool blue water enveloped the warm sun as it finally cascaded over the Pacific, rising in Calcutta, leaving Caliornia, its past, behind.

The waves crashed and the blue water faded and transformed into an onyx sea. The waves swelled and as the moon rose, the sun's diminished light illuminated the moon. Its light danced upon the waves like fairy dust.