This Is Dusk

 I saw it fly so close to the ground, then rise up and test the wind - flapping its wings every now and then to stay afloat in the air-then gracefully alight upon the electricity cable wire. And I see the crows are perched upon the cable, like they're standing watch over something. 

The dogs leap away. 

With no cloud in sight nearby to obscure it, the moon glows in fullness, overshadowed by nothing. Emanating an aura of brilliance that will soon form a halo around it and in the sky that surrounds it. (What a terrible line) I turn around. The sun has fully set. And the evening shades of red are beginning to make an appearance. Save for a few bikers in the distance, there aren't many people here. Yet it's strange how it doesn't feel the least bit deserted . I'm a few feet from where the tree stands. 

And I think to myself: how long will all this last?

How long will I be here to witness this. So I take a deep breath. Relaxing my mind. I'm aware of the bikers on the other side but not concerned about what they think. I'm not concerned about what you think when you read this. I'm aware, but not concerned. One day, they will die. So will you  And so will I.

I try to refrain from thinking about death but it's what my thoughts keep going back to. I don't know if that's a good sign. I don't know what they call it when you begin to feel conscious of your own mortality from time to time. 

I now hear the Adhaan, resounding from the minaret, from multiple sources the words  reverberate around me. I begin to retreat back to my aunt's. Then change my mind and head for the shortcut  on the other end.