He returns to the porch and waits for the sun to set. He could never understand Father’s need to do this each evening, to just sit and wait. He didn’t have the patience then. He can see the sun moving closer to the dark mainland, he can actually gauge its movement in the sky. The dark clouds from earlier have blown out to sea. The sky is clear and blue. As the sun disappears, the sky turns shades of pink and purple, for as far as he can see, the colors changing and growing in intensity. He sits, without moving, and takes it all in.
