"The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire."
I remember the words
I forgot the author.
What is more important, the result or the source?
All the sunsets are different and they are all the same.
The archetype of a good bye, which is never a final farewell.
The dream of mad alchemists becomes true for a handful of minutes.
When stones turn to gold and burn
At the end of a summer day