The sun slowly beat a golden retreat under the horizon, as our green globe spun another revolution. Another day gone, albeit a beautiful one. I stared at the vista, the familiar daily sun-run & realized that life was finite & unpredictable. I knew there were many dreams, as yet unfulfilled, like buying this mansion, a few more material possessions & yet as I saw the clouds paint aurum on your face...... I wished for nothing more, but another sunset like this, with you holding my hand.