Sun is going down.
Streaks of magenta and teal
A crescent moon,
Sits mid-sky.

Lights of the valley,
Spots along roadways
Dots along mountain ridge
Down into the valley,
Out to the steely-blue sea.

Dogs are barking at the dusk,
A subtle salty smell whips the air.

Sun is going down.
Magenta moves to mauve
Teal becomes tarnished,
The crescent moon
Hangs mid-sky.