The setting sun bathed the beach in a red light that could almost be felt.
The hue surrounded me, coloring my clothes and skin.
By a trick of the mind, the air seemed warmer. Not hot and suffocating, but a warmth that sunk into my bones.
I knew that soon the sun would slide beneath the horizon and this vision would be gone for another day.
I looked around, mourning my lack of talent in paints or picture. But not to share with others.
No, the record would be for those long hours that I was exiled from this world.