Far beyond the eye can see, where the land meets the skies, half a ball of fire, shoots out definite rays of honey orange blending into the magenta. A black bird swoops down from the clouds, skimming the water and disappearing behind the hills. A ripple appears where the bird touched the water. A shadowed palm tree mischievously attempts to block the magnificent view, but as everyone knows, evil never wins, and the tree only adds to the majestic scene. As the sun waves a last good bye, the wind blows harshly and before they know it, it’s gone. However the view lingers in our hearts, as precious as a diamond, never forgotten.